The Light of the Lamp

We're going back to sit with Paul in prison cells and dark corners. We'll watch as he painfully and poetically places each word of this sentence in its place. Of the many treasures he crafted, this was worth its weight in gold. If he were writing sheet music, this was a high C.

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The Price Tag of Real Worth

Guys, I don't know, but there must be a reason why as I read these sentences and phrases, a strange peace comes over me. There has to be a reason why as I read them, I am - even but for a brief second - given deep release as if I'm actually living this way or that I've been given the keys to freedom; my heart buoyed in a sea that so easily causes me to sink

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