It's a sin that somehow the light of freedom is changing to the shadow of unconditional submission and casting its shroud over all we have known. Have we become so unaware, have our ranks grown so filled with apathy and our hearts of stone that we could find ourselves disarmed, without suspicion of a crime or other wrong doings? Are we to wake up one day outside our freemen’s dreams and instead be part of the dream of the King?
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Jacob Rascon, (aka) Pennys Dad
CALGUNS Shooting Sports Association.
1. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle 2. My loving-kindness and my fortress, My high tower and my deliverer, My shield and the One in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.