lenten journal: just a thought
just a thought
after a supper
that took a turn
they didn’t understand
and an arrest
that left them lost
we do well to remember
not one of them said
“I’ll see you Sunday”
Peace,
MIlton
just a thought
after a supper
that took a turn
they didn’t understand
and an arrest
that left them lost
we do well to remember
not one of them said
“I’ll see you Sunday”
Peace,
MIlton
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So wise! Best 20 second sermon ever! Thanks, Milton!