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I am a Christian that is very much in process. I am a husband of one. I am a father of two. I am a coffee snob. I am a hat snob. I am a blue jeans and dress shirts guy. I am a man far more blessed than I deserve.

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When God is silent

February 4th, 2010 § 0

When the wind seems dry,
no fresh water falls from the sky,
little voices cry searching for anyone there,
voices pry calling though celestial air,
Their silent grace greets despair.

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  2. Second Poem
  3. When the World is Silent
  4. Better to Be Silent than to Tweet
  5. The bed and the chair

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