Well "I do" are the two most famous last words. The beginning of the end. But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin.
Well "I do" are the two most famous last words. The beginning of the end. But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin. - Andrew Peterson
- Andrew Peterson
Eric Peters is a chronicler of his journey; he's been a faithful steward of the story God is telling through him, and this newest chapter, BiRDS OF R… - Andrew Peterson
Eric Peters is a chronicler of his journey; he's been a faithful steward of the story God is telling through him, and this newest chapter, BiRDS OF R…
Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up. - Andrew Peterson
Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up.
Art, if it can be ascribed value, is most valuable when its beauty (and the beauty of the truth it tells) bewilders, confounds, defies evil itself; i… - Andrew Peterson
Art, if it can be ascribed value, is most valuable when its beauty (and the beauty of the truth it tells) bewilders, confounds, defies evil itself; i…
But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin Cause the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down And I bel… - Andrew Peterson
But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin Cause the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down And I bel…
Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet. - Andrew Peterson
Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet.
Winter is where hope lies happy. - Andrew Peterson
Winter is where hope lies happy.
A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And… - Andrew Peterson
A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And…
So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate … - Andrew Peterson
So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate …
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