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 When the Soul Speaks The Goodbye Girl Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Enduring Ache Short Story: The Jagged Edge The Grim Reaper Took Another The Pembroke Welsh Corgi Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * nine × 5 =