i am still alive. i therefore have a light. and i'm going to let it shine.
i will not hide it under a bushel.
i will not let satan blow it out.
i'm going to let it shine.
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Another murder.
It’s sickening, but it isn’t surprising, and that wrecks me.
He did not look like me, but that does not mean I cannot mourn and grieve the loss of his life. His life mattered. He mattered.
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