My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
It is neither wise nor brave to question God. It is the folly of a prideful heart
God, despite his casual silence, still exists. Of that I havent a single doubt.
God talks incessantly. But, as it turns out, mankind is deaf.
On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.