Just clinching to my thoughts.
Selfish comprehensions and grace gently compel my heart to pray for God’s thoughts to be on the one in either bed or rock who’s poorness is defined by a soul status. I pray my works aren’t twisted forgeries of God’s love to an unrecognizable state. May the Spirit look for. Might I look for. Lord let distractions be transparent and future friends be drawn. 99 isn’t right. I pray my 5-year plan be referenced in Acts. It all started with you. May it end the same.
I apologize if I sometimes talk in colors.
