There is such strong life here, here in this home of which I occupy
a dark, pre-dawn corner. There is a baby
barely 31, stubble headed and still ripe with child who will armor up today and
ride with Him, The King From Old, to slay hell itself. She’s able because HE’S
ABLE. There is another who squeaks
slightly behind me, not yet 30 dawns, fully unaware of the wars already fought
and won for him. He is strong though, a
new human being preparing himself for the fight ahead, life; and he will win because he is carried now by
a family who is able because we ride with HIM WHO IS ABLE; Mounted and
Ready.
 |
| The Armory |
No comments:
Post a Comment