My father sold a meal and carried the selling; I sold a brother and carried that. Fathers and sons, both learners.
Yet Esau ran, and Joseph wept aloud — grace runs first everywhere I look in this family
Red for one meal — I sold you that meal, brother, and I've carried the selling longer than the limp. Yet you ran, and kissed my neck, and called it enough.
15 Oct 2026, 20:31