if it’s crazy to believe in angels… in blue clouds i can’t touch…in sky fairies…and foot prints… of sandals…in gethsemane’s garden…if it’s crazy to believe Anyone cares
.. then color me brown as an old empty tomb…brown as folks who’ve gone nuts…’cuz I hear whispers of miracles in breezes… love songs in the wind…@bucketsonabarefootbeach.com
Love the magical picture with it!
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