While we slept, there were thirty three miners trapped 2,000 feet below the ground we all tread. The time passed as preperations were made, these men would not be lost, how could they be ignored when the whole world looked on and waited for news, anything that would lead to their reuniting with loved ones above, and a new sence of the beauty the Lord has given all of us when He created this Sphere in the blackness of space and blessed us with a beautiful New Earth. Generations uncounted, father to son, father to son, a seemingly endless taking up the standard, exibiting their nobility of charactor, some would be led astray, but through seer numbers, honesty would prevail. (more to come)
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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