Tears in Heaven When we meet face to face, Jesus And I see your hands, So scarred, so marred, Will my tears fall as I recall My sin that caused your hands to bleed? When you freed My soul. To the cross nailed. I failed To see You. Not as the artist painted, so… Continue reading Tears in Heaven
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I like it rough
"You can't be your mother's daughter." My aunt said as I sat with a pile of tarnished silver and a bucket of ashes. I laughed. My mother came from a very wealthy family in Chicago. Whenever my mother was being naughty my grandmother would say, "Sharon! Polish the silver!" A task she hated. That angst… Continue reading I like it rough
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