Being Human
Weaving; My Lord and Me
My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colors Nor all the pattern see. Sometimes He chooses sorrow
June 13, 2020
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My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colors Nor all the pattern see. Sometimes He chooses sorrow
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