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- My First Prayer
Father, I thank thee for the night and for the pleasant morning light. For all you do, for all you say. I thank you father for everyday. Thank you for the birds that sing, thank you God for everything.
Cyan Reed
- On Love
No one seems to understand what love is anymore. Love is not a feeling, it is something someone does. Love is a verb, unlike what others may believe. I know that when I love someone I don't feel complete joy all the time, but that's what love is: taking the good along with the not-so-good.
