It’s a misty morning from my bedroom window ..The morning dew lingers in the air softly I can almost hear whispers in the air of a passing summer onto another season…. In the kitchen I find myself pouring my first cup of hot tea while watching families of birds that I am sure are headed…… Continue reading It’s Autumn!
Broken past Bound by grace Building nations Without a notion Of oil and water Black and white But God’s grace For His people . Christ as the foundation, Cry beloved nation Cry beloved Children Cry beloved people For His Grace is sufficient To heal our nation. Susan McMillan A cry for our nation