Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
where moth and rust cannot destroy and thieves cannot break in and steal

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

“We did not dare to breathe a prayer, Or give our anguish scope. Something was dead within each of us, And what was dead was Hope.”
Oscar Wilde

Even a creative genius, without a healed relationship with his Creator, is still spiritually destitute and pitiful.

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