Thank You. (From the book "In and Out of Season")

Thank you...

For each and every voice that spoke life into me

In and out of season

For family who became friends and friends who became family

In and out season

For those who gave their all, so I could give it right back

In and out of season

For the love, the hugs and the cussing out when I needed it

In and out of season

For the brothers at the barber shop who never let me get out of that chair without reminding me that I was more than a haircut

In and out of season

For that old man who learned how to read so he could fulfill his calling to preach

In and out of season
For the king who became a slave because He wanted to set me free In and out of season
Thank you.

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