I have lost the experience of your presence. I can no longer see your face. Truths that were once sweet do not comfort me. Pour out your soul, analyze your hopes, remember the lovingkindness of God, and preach to your heart.
Is this a desert of my own making? I know what to do yet I don’t do it.
Undertaking the translation of music and art into graphic design for the good of people and the beautification of things seen and unseen