You wake up in the morning and you look at your old spoon and you say to yourself 'Mick it's time to get yourself a new spoon.' And you do.
I have two young children with autism. What could they have ever done to deserve that? What kind of a God allows the innocent to suffer? It's a mystery. Yet still I believe in God.
Well because I have twin seven-year-old boys I enjoy the gift giving stuff...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
