What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
so much depends
covered with a
King Kong ain’t got nothin’ on anxiety.
Always get up, away from the cough.
Stores are out of water, bleach & TP, it’s getting rough.
My, my, my, ay, ay, woah!
I could be a prophet like Isaiah, wise like Yoda, loyal like Dumbledore, powerful like Professor X, or cute like Baby Yoda, if I don’t have love, I am nothing.
In the midst of life, and medical tests, and Taco Bell parking lots, and Route 22, and Coronavirus, there is Jesus, and “Him crucified.”
Won’t He do it? He said He will!
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than any romcom that you adore
But this week, upon hearing John 9, I thought: “What happens if we can’t get any of that special Jesus of Nazareth Holy Land Healing Masque™? Can I, Handicapped Alisha, neé Big Nose, still display the works of God?”
When I’ve been weak, she is strong.
Helping me to carry on.
I can count on,