Monday, August 31, 2015

On Hands and Knees


When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her

I heard this lyric today and it blew me away. 

That's the kind of intensity I feel marriage requires. 

That's the kind of love I'm giving my wife. 


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