I was in the shop the other day. It was the beginning of my downtime. Whoever it was in front of me in the queue was taking far too long. You know, sorting through their pockets looking for enough change to buy one un-sliced government loaf. Other queues are moving, mine is not. I hear a heavy sigh. I think it was followed by a tut. Not a forgetful tut, a condemnation tut. Sigh, tut, followed by impatient tapping of hands. I wonder who it is. I listen carefully. Someone is now rattling change.
I look to my pocket. It is my hands tapping; it was my sigh; it was my tut of condemnation.
Oh Lord change me.
I look to my pocket. It is my hands tapping; it was my sigh; it was my tut of condemnation.
Oh Lord change me.
Hi nigel and Erin I don't know if you remember me my name is Adam I was a member of the Friday club in Aston. I was half of the Adam and Trevor team. I met a vicar in dudley and told him my story about returning back to God. I mentioned you and nick and he emailed me this site. It's good to see you both healthy and well. Take care and God bless.
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