know that Christ has me where He wants me and realize that
my home is His Church, my refuge and that when ever I went out,
He was holding my hands...
what would you do if an old, tired, hunting dog came out of the woods
and came your house for sustenance and rest
before he could move on and find his way to his home?
my home is His Church, my refuge and that when ever I went out,
He was holding my hands...
what would you do if an old, tired, hunting dog came out of the woods
and came your house for sustenance and rest
before he could move on and find his way to his home?