When I was a child at violence I would tremble. My young life taught me violence was a tool of the world. A lesson that I learned well, and with my use of this tool "others did tremble". In a cold and lonely time in my life a life that was without hope without love I learned about a man named Jesus. Today I have learned what violence has done it has Killed my Fathers Son,, "Jesus",
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and the truth is that it is another testament to the power of the living God..the sad truth is the only writing I used to do was ugly notes and mark time on prison walls..again thank you and God bless..
John I just got back from your blogg while reading your bio and stories I had to smile because the way you tell a story I could not only see the story in my mind but I had the feeling that I could see the author telling it and it was as if you were from a time in the past where story telling was more an art then the oil and canvass well done and thank you