Stu we do not know why your heart was so broken you left this world behind Christmas week. We pray your name is written in the Lambs' book of Life.
is not your sun bend low to see. cash in hand leads you to me. 60 scion round about, yet one still shines on a hill I hear about. towers fall wars, death, voice. and your desire to tip the cup, blood taken fills your choice. I am wrapped in iron. gird with him. who spoke once above god's din.
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