FLARE on GOD 68 A mind is quickened when you touch it, O Lord.A man thinks he knows his way, but You look well to his going.I thank thee, God, for they counsel: for without it I am lost. Others are Reading FLARE on GOD 22 A Preview Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Beloved Maria: A Ballad for Garret The Soldier Tequila The Colors of Our Souls Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 6 + = thirteen