all creature of our King

twin boys in her womb

on him who keeps his sword from bloodshed

then the man bowed down and worshiped the Lord

He tunnels through the rock; his eyes see all its treasures

the Negev and the whole region from the Valley of Jericho, the city of Psalms, as far as Zoar

By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land

His eyes will be darker then wine, his teeth whiter than milk

two become one

Behold the power of Cheese

If harm comes to him on the journey you are taking, you will bring my gray head down to the grave in sorrow

Thessalonica

a kernal of wheat falls to the ground

have pierced my hands and my feet

leads to salvation and leaves no regret

sheathed with silver

crystal river flowing from the throne of God and of the lamb

scratch*run*red