My life is a grocery store line,. A "we'll be just fine". Don't know how we survived, but we did. My life is an early spring snow,. The last thread of hope.
St. Peter says "You picked a real good day". Your lungs fill back up with air and your worries float away. Jesus smiles, He is a handsome man. He's taller than you thought, eyes so warm, reaching out his hand.