A tiring day as I stood holding the rails of the subway in Hong Kong when I saw Jesus' victory. His foot stepped onto the serpent that brought death as he brought death to death. My Light appears in various ways, not in the glamor but in the simple mundanity, bringing reassurance to my heavy eyes.
A tiring day as I stood holding the rails of the subway in Hong Kong when I saw Jesus' victory. His foot stepped onto the serpent that brought death as he brought death to death. My Light appears in various ways, not in the glamor but in the simple mundanity, bringing reassurance to my heavy eyes.
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