Stepping off the moving car, and setting foot on solid ground, slowly walking up the stairs to the entrance. Staring into space, as tears collect, as there are sights seen that are better left unimagined. The smell of fresh bread fills the air and to the left a man is digging through the trash. He pulls out a piece of bread, realizes it's hard and stale, but shrugs his shoulders and takes a huge bite. "Schmeckts" He nods his approval as he sees eyes watching. There's laughter.

Prayer. Prayer for direction. Noticing we're nothing but mere mortal men... tears, hope, aching, and sorrow lined with joy.

who is like Him? the lion and the lamb, seated on the throne?