Leaving Self-Control Behind!
Soul Snack 9/79 . . . Beach Banquet Motionless supertankers parked patiently on this absolutely gorgeous Pacific horizon. The lightly wind-blown sand stirring the few would-be sunbathers.
Soul Snack 9/79 . . . Beach Banquet Motionless supertankers parked patiently on this absolutely gorgeous Pacific horizon. The lightly wind-blown sand stirring the few would-be sunbathers.
Soul Snack 9/79 . . . Beach Banquet Motionless supertankers parked patiently on this absolutely gorgeous Pacific horizon. The lightly wind-blown sand stirring the few would-be sunbathers.
God makes the valueless valuable and the menial meaningful.
Wind-driven, boiling black waves rudely disregarded this popular pristine jewel. A stench ridden thick sea-weed fouled the white sands dreadfully.
Soul Snack 9/76 . . . Heaven's vacancy! Flat, prostrate, motionless is how he lay. He dare not look up! Fear coursed every sinew and fibre of his being.
Soul Snack 9/76 . . . Heaven vacant? Flat, prostrate, motionless is how he lay. He dare not look up! Fear coursed every sinew and fibre of his being.
His crown of thorns, adorning visible evidence to the reality that Jesus was ruled by pain.
Convincing and sufficient proofs were found in forty days of witness and fellowship. A beach BBQ, walking through doors and crowd appearances all would count.
Soul Snack - S1 . . . Clouds to the Cosmos Convincing and sufficient proof were found in forty days of witness and fellowship.
Have you ever noticed that TV ads are louder than the TV programme? Do you like another shouting at you? Do you like your desires shouting at you? Clamouring mercilessly for my attention...