And I’m still awake.I can still smell the egg chiffon with BBQ pork on rice I had for dinner.
I struggle through the Word. Searching for meaning outside of it’s covers.And God’s inspiration finds me at my weakest hour.
Surely, He uses the foolish to shame the wise.I have nothing else to boast.
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It’s 2 am
And I’m still awake.
I can still smell the egg chiffon with BBQ pork on rice I had for dinner.
I struggle through the Word. Searching for meaning outside of it’s covers.
And God’s inspiration finds me at my weakest hour.
Surely, He uses the foolish to shame the wise.
I have nothing else to boast.