fire and hail, fruit trees, and all cedars
notes from the underground: my attempt to keep the things I read in my brain
snow & mist
Friday, August 01, 2014
prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
"Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it.
Prone to leave the God I love."
[Robert Robinson, "Come Thou Fount"]
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