So, my excuse for missing yesterday was my first hangover, a 3-hr Zumbathon, and a 2-hr rehearsal. I could be dead right now, but there for the grace of God go I. That's such a pretty phrase.
Yesterday's theme: DOOMSDAY
Enter into the joy, servant
Well done
Your bomb shelter, never used
Freeze-dried food, what for?
I had it covered
But you knew
Because you read my Word
And though you missed the first train
You remembered me
And held onto my name
So I am returning for you
There is the trumpet
Your suffering here was not in vain
That house on the road of gold
Belongs to you
Welcome!
- Debra Renée Byrd
- Deborah Hawkins, penned Debra Renée Byrd, began writing after a blank book project in elementary school and never stopped, fashioning stories based on her favorite TV shows and movies before creating more original works. She studied at the University of the Arts and Florida State University before settling down and graduating from Temple University. She now resides in her hometown of Dover, DE, where she spends most of her time at work or at church. She loves fantasies, superheroes, is a trekkie and a brown coat. She loves television and lives for Final Fantasy video games, having collected most of them. She has read a myriad of authors, and her favorite authors change whenever she finds a new book that changes her life... "When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't crawl...well, you know the rest." -Tracey, Firefly, "The Message"
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