Opened
Opened The lift doors open and reveal me to you, and you to me buried as you are in your …
Opened The lift doors open and reveal me to you, and you to me buried as you are in your …
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never …
The winter is the childhood of the year. Into this childhood of the year came the child Jesus; and into …