Don Williams, Jr ( 4 of 14 )
It is neither wise nor brave to question God. It is the folly of a prideful heart
It is neither wise nor brave to question God. It is the folly of a prideful heart
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
) Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
) Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
