FLARE on GOD 95 At times the direction of God seems slowBut once arriving at His place for usWe see all the training thereinIf we hold our peaceAnd allow the Lord of Host to shape usWe’ll become a fine vessel of craftsmanship Others are Reading Short Story: Second Chances Finding Me Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Virginia’s Rooms; Jacob and the Spatialization of Character Mowing the Lawn If Tomorrow Never Comes One More Song Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * − 1 = seven