Posts by Annessa Grace Mosier
A blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home.
Today I heard
A blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home. Today I heard these lyrics and they struck me. How often have I made the doorway my home? How often Lord...
A blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home. Today I heard these lyrics and they struck me. How often have I made the doorway my home? How often Lord...
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