And where now shall I fly? If not in my dreams. And how too will I find Joy, without defeat? Oh but to laugh at ones self. Crying too, at Gods feet. Why then does it all seem for not? I. but with his grace, I became King. For I adopted as brother. Where now can I find defeat? For mine is paradise. And his father, my father. Oh I have become God in death, as his grace shall lead me home. So where death is your sting? For you are a passing. A crossing into paradise.
Christmas, The celebration of he who is King.Lord of all. And the one whos grace has brought us as brothers in the faith of our lord.
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