And am I born to die? To lay this body down, and as my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown. Awake by trumpets sounds I, from my grave, shall arise and see the judge with glory crowned and see the flaming skies and see the judge with glory crowned and see the flaming skies and soon as from Earth I go, what will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe must then my portion be.
Indigo Soup learns pottery!
Indigo Soup
1/19/25: Learning the Ropes
