October 31st, 2010
I look out the window; the birds are composing.  Not a note is out of tune or out of place.  I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers - better dressed than any girl on her wedding day.  So why should I worry?  Why do I freak out?  God knows what I need.
(Jon Foreman)

I look out the window; the birds are composing.  Not a note is out of tune or out of place.  I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers - better dressed than any girl on her wedding day.  So why should I worry?  Why do I freak out?  God knows what I need.

(Jon Foreman)