theironhorse
03-09-2008, 08:01 PM
Sunday Dispatch .382
I feel like a prize in a box of cracker jacks with God's hand reaching down to pick me up. I have been under medical care for months. My wounds are getting bigger. I have trouble breathing. I am ready to fly home.
~Larry Norman
Only Visiting this Planet
1947-2008
I feel like a prize in a box of cracker jacks with God's hand reaching down to pick me up. I have been under medical care for months. My wounds are getting bigger. I have trouble breathing. I am ready to fly home.
~Larry Norman
Only Visiting this Planet
1947-2008