Hello, follow writers, psalmist and crafters of rhythms.

Perfect order and delightful rhythm. These are the words I think of when I hear the Lord Bryan’s voice spoken though words pasted down from a time all but forgotten. The beauty however has not faded with the passage of time and the atrophy of morals and appreciation of true beauty in nature’s handed down gifts:

A child’s giggle.

A mother’s warm hug.

The birth of child.

The sun rise of the marriage between a husband and wife.

Life is not despair. Hope is not dead. Love and family are still worth fighting for.

L. M. Parker

P. S.

To my brethren in the Lord keep your spark of light alive and bring hope and gladness to every room and land your feet should step on.