Disarray.
It was it total disarray.
Some just looked in horror. Some had their heads in hands in dismay wondering how did it get in such a state. Some were crying at just how it seemed beyond repair.
One among them assessed the situation and knew what had to be done. There was no point in bemoaning the situation. It was not hopeless. There was a picture of what beauty could be recaptured.
It was now about getting it back in order.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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