The candle is burning. My ears are ringing. The clock is ticking. Yet, I sit. Unable to move, Unsure what to do next. The candle burns. My ears ring. The time passes. Yet Christ is here. He is always here. Yes, Christ is here.
by Christina Delaney
by Christina Delaney
The candle is burning. My ears are ringing. The clock is ticking. Yet, I sit. Unable to move, Unsure what to do next. The candle burns. My ears ring. The time passes. Yet Christ is here. He is always here. Yes, Christ is here.
Pondering Christ