something was missing; his spirit was willing

...he could not believe it was true




Lent Wednesday Music:

I Admit I’m Scared - Eskimeaux
No Shade in the Shadow of The Cross - Sufjan Stevens
.38 Airweight - Doomtree
Hard Times - Gillian Welch

Henrietta, Indiana - Josh Ritter

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