Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.

One can convert only a sinner, never a saint.

Melancholy men, of all others, are the most witty.

Why do people hurt me? 
Even my intentions is to love them:(

Written By Kingston J

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