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a taste of faith

By jocelin taylor

most days myself and winny wander under the twilight just before the new dawn of the day breaking, since my dad passed away i find the beach and the sunrise the closes place to god and often sit there .as the sun casts a golden path across the sea ,i think about how i wish i could walk on the water like jesus,on that golden pathway,as we come off the beach theres a huge church ,i love the red doors and think it should be like days of old when the church would be open all day from early morning

a taste of faith