My house’s house

My body is the house that My spirit and soul dwell in, Then again, My house has a house Without which, I'd be cold when Winter comes dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young

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Weary days

In this inconvenient place, Mean and unseemly pace Where I stay from day to day It's the new way For me to exist now, Trying hard to see how God's using this time Having me intertwined With the coldness of it all this part of my call Is like a wall I've run into And … Continue reading Weary days

Lifing it

No one knows how to Life We've never done it before So we explore the doors even ignore The ways we should take even forsake His Grace Others may imitate Sometimes emulate Then procreate But hesitant to Activate Their destiny, Their Life dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young