In the morning I look out my window and everything is still there like it was the day before.
it is with this predictability that when I look out to the blackened sky
on a starry night I know God must be out there,
somewhere.
In the morning
In the morning I look out my window and everything is still there like it was the day before.
it is with this predictability that when I look out to the blackened sky
on a starry night I know God must be out there,
somewhere.
