FLARE on GOD 68 A mind is quickened when you touch it, O Lord.A man thinks he knows his way, but You look well to his going.I thank thee, God, for they counsel: for without it I am lost. Others are Reading Army Poem #07: Cheshire Moon Can Today’s Top 40 Lyrics Compete with Yesterday’s Poetry? Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: A Fleeting Life is No Less Beautiful Fantasy: A Figment of My Imaginary Utopia In Dreams FLARE on GOD 101 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 3 − = one