Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Sometimes I wonder if I could be a martyr. Then I remember that my patron saint talked the talked, but denied his Lord before the rooster crowed.(He came around, though).Ora pro nobis...
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