I wish words had healing power, sufficient to provide new, perfectly fashioned flesh, and blood enough for resurrection. I would give my own life, were it possible, to restore breath, pulse and restoration for your children's broken, young bodies. But these words limply hang in view of the cowardly, savage attack in Manchester. I grieve at your side, and with you, mourn your unimaginable loss.
May God comfort you always.
~~ James
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
To My UK Readers....
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, May 23, 2017
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