Just a little something I got for Christmas.
You can open up a book and read that someone else has felt like you do, walked where you walked, said what you said and loved like you loved.
Never grow up... and leave Santa cookies. Which is really just an excuse for the cat to get a drink of milk, but you know.
Find chords and speak lyrics, and together you have what I like to call, a song. Actually, everyone calls them songs.
Because you never know. I love You Jesus.
God said, "I am holy. You be holy." 1 Peter 1:13