I walk through lonely, quiet woods, the sound of birds wings flapping passed briskly, the faint, last calls of birds. The sun sets behind the towering pine trees - and again, I think of you.
You who need prayer, who need Christ, like so many - whoever you are, wherever you are, again I think of you.
The last rays of a dying sun - again, I think of you. I pray again, for you.
Jesus, I love You - You are my rock and my salvation.
- Hannah
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