The God of my misunderstanding
I don't pretend to know what God wants.
I do know that I'm being looked after by spiritual agencies in spite of their best efforts I'm kind of a hard case but thank you. I don't pretend to comprehend at all. everybody that I read I speak to me whether it's scriptures or Shakespeare or Beowulf or Sunshine through ice.
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