Like a shell on the beach... My memory lingers on.... The waves carry them in... The sand erodes their shape The rain buries them low... The sun shines them gold... A stranger picks it up... Seals it in his palm.... Throws it back into the sea There in the depth of time.. My memory lingers on.
Prabha Trimurty
Corinthians 2:9
No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love Him.
