
„Soon, soon, My secret angels will cast them out from their houses that I called them dens of robbers even from that time. I will cast them out as they did to Me after I told them the parable of the vineyard workers, who killed the Heir in order to take His inheritance, and they had be-come bitter and bitter against Me then and they did so.”

What Subtle Strange Message Had Come To Her Out Of The West? Carley Burch Laid The Letter In Her Lap And Gazed Dreamily Through The Window. It Was A Day Typical Of Early April In New York, Rather Cold And Gray, With Steely Sunlight. Spring Breathed In The Air, But The Women Passing Along Fifty-Seventh Street Wore Furs And Wraps. She Heard The Distant Clatter Of An L Train And Then The Hum Of A Motor Car. A Hurdy-Gurdy Jarred Into The Interval Of Quiet. "Glenn Has Been Gone Over A

Death of a parent. Diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Gone from this Earth in two months and two days. My DAD took the news from his oncologist with stength. nothing they could do. He shook his head yes and said "ok" My Dad was the strongest man I have ever known, and at his darkest hour he never complained and left this earth peacefully.. I talk to him often, and always wait to hear a whisper in return........

„Soon, soon, My secret angels will cast them out from their houses that I called them dens of robbers even from that time. I will cast them out as they did to Me after I told them the parable of the vineyard workers, who killed the Heir in order to take His inheritance, and they had be-come bitter and bitter against Me then and they did so.”

What Subtle Strange Message Had Come To Her Out Of The West? Carley Burch Laid The Letter In Her Lap And Gazed Dreamily Through The Window. It Was A Day Typical Of Early April In New York, Rather Cold And Gray, With Steely Sunlight. Spring Breathed In The Air, But The Women Passing Along Fifty-Seventh Street Wore Furs And Wraps. She Heard The Distant Clatter Of An L Train And Then The Hum Of A Motor Car. A Hurdy-Gurdy Jarred Into The Interval Of Quiet. "Glenn Has Been Gone Over A

Death of a parent. Diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Gone from this Earth in two months and two days. My DAD took the news from his oncologist with stength. nothing they could do. He shook his head yes and said "ok" My Dad was the strongest man I have ever known, and at his darkest hour he never complained and left this earth peacefully.. I talk to him often, and always wait to hear a whisper in return........