I Dream Of A Love That Even

In A World Of Sorrow, Love Was An Act Of Will. All You Needed Were The Right Ingredients.

But What We Are Given Is Taken As Well, So That We Know God's Glory Comes To Us From His Will Alone.

I Wept To Think That Life Went On Even When So Much Had Been Lost, That Rain Still Fell And Myrtle Grew Between The Rocks.

Certain Things Need Not Be Said, And There’s Nothing, Not A Whisper, Prayer, Not A Sacrifice, Not A Payment Of Any Price, That Would Change What’s About To Happen.

All The Characters In My Books Are Imagined, But All Have A Bit Of Who I Am In Them - Much Like The Characters In Your Dreams Are All Formed By Who You Are