Smoky, here you seem to be referring to a deep melancholy in the soul I've been familiar with. But then are dawns—each one a new start, and the waiting, with assurance, that God will show up in something or someone. Peace hold you, friend, the peace that passes, that confounds understanding.
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Smoky, here you seem to be referring to a deep melancholy in the soul I've been familiar with. But then are dawns—each one a new start, and the waiting, with assurance, that God will show up in something or someone. Peace hold you, friend, the peace that passes, that confounds understanding.