I know grace, like I know things fallen, and rivers fly- carrying a raging love.
I know hurt like things dying, and rivers fly -carrying a raging love
She’s a mother and a child
Mother of a saint
son of preacher man
my friend,
haven’t been good -much
losing love, I’ve lost touch
walking through the world, shoes on backward
looking at the sun, upside down…
combing through the rivers, searching for a raging love
Mother’s hold your daughters,
father’s love your son
its the only raging love 🙂
kindness sis. krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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