God's finger touched him and he slept. Topic: God, Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson Share Article: Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Pinterest Share on Telegram Share on Whatsapp Copy Link
Previous Article We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God we barely blossom on earth we fully flower in heaven.
2 I still have a spiritual base and a spiritual foundation. And my conversation with God is very open-ended. I pray for humility honestly because it's very easy to be caught up in this world.
