What if I stumble, walking through the grass.
Rosary in my pocket, help me Jesus.
Rain falls to cleanse the air, foul stench in the air.
Can't see what there is, help me along the way.
When at mass we see, not only see but believe.
Jesus is present to help, clearing out the stench.
Biking in and around Moscow, plus other things that randomly seem to make sense to me.
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