The lord is my shepherd, why should I stumble?
In the midst of tribulation, He holds my hands...
I wake up on Easter Sunday, feeling brand new
Gonna hunt for eggs, spend time with my crew...
Cup half empty leads us to spiritual warfare
looking for happiness in whatever soars there...
May our tears be a blessing and our scars be...
And always in that order...
The stress of the about to be bride,
Laying on the bed too tired to glide into the...
Birds that sing, me to sleep,
Waking up to see roses all around...
Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay...
Thank you for your heart
Thank you for your sacrifice...
How does it make sense
It just doesn’t make sense...
So what’s the big deal?
Idk man! I’m wondering the same thing...
Mirror
It wasn’t supposed...
My wedding day
I could not wait...