Maxioms by Don Williams, Jr
Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?
Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from read more
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
