O tiny Jesus for thee I long alway;
O love of the Father, O gentleness of the Son
Where are joys in any place but there?
"Quick, up--up! Quick!" There's a cold nose at his neck and blunt claws scrabbling at his back and he's scrambling out of the…
Something about this fits really well with my late-summer mood. Especially the last track.
thebratfarrar.tumblr.com/random How many episodes can you guess without clicking through for the answers?