The late awakening bear no dreams, of miracles from destiny. As a sun frozen to mornings horizon. Once death has chose, life can no longer arise. Till those dead in Christ, receive what God has promised. Go to Laurie's Index Flying Lessons Swinging in a hammock, on God's most holy day.
Blue skies are so inviting, coaxing the thoughts along the way.
Childish laughter leaves the lips, as crisp breezes lift the soul away. Swinging in a hammock, enjoying God's treasure of a day. Thoughts leave the weary conscious, no trace of worry or wonder why. A eagle soars within the view, majestic hero of the sky. Shows the passenger release the will, to power unseen before the eyes.