The North Wind Doth Blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.
The North Wind Doth Blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.
I was not born to be free. I was born to adore and to obey.
Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression,…
Adherents of Xmas are exhausted and overextended but Christmas worshipers are joyful. Are you rushing or feasting?