Life through faded blue eyes in Galla Meadow!
Preacher man
Not a soldier.
Not a farmer.
Not a tiller of the land.
Not a seller.
Not a buyer.
Not a deal making hand.
"You are called.
You are chosen.
Come with me, you're a Preacher Man."
As far as I know, there are no preachers in my bloodline.
I love this poem! It speak volumes to me as my Daddy was called by God at a young age to carry the Gospel to the lost. ~Amy-Patsy <3
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As far as I know, there are no preachers in my bloodline.
I love this poem! It speak volumes to me as my Daddy was
called by God at a young age to carry the Gospel to the lost. ~Amy-Patsy <3
Love this
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