“Lord of all…

The good times and the stink times. Lord of the double rainbows and the double whammys. Lord of the washing machine that my soul is being thrashed around in right now… Lord of the deep, the wild waves that threaten to drown me; and yet at the same time you are Lord of the rock that I’m desperately clinging to (Psalm 18).

… we are singing (filming/painting/crying/living/buzzing out) to you…”

Anonymous.

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