KEEP, THE FAITH, MY GOOD MAN

the day of rest

It's quiet here now. The kids are sleeping as are the pets, and my good wife is upstairs in bed just about out, I'll bet. Soon I'll join her and dream some dream that will be perfect as only dreams might be. Our perfect Father will convince us all of omnipotence, or omnipotense, or whatever. I'll awake to a new day of excellence provided by our excellent God, and in the course of that excellent creation look up to Him in adoration. Thinking of all the terrible places that I've been rescued from in days past, I might shout 'hallelujah' or something like that. That's right, folks. I'm eternal life, in the flesh. Good night, now.
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