Take my hand, Precious Lord,
guide me to the promised land.
How ironic that we are in the
promised land and long for that
which we already have. Awaken
children, see the glory all
around you. Know the essence of
your soul created of pure love
energy. You are so much more
than your limitations, fears,
earthly desires.
You
We…
there was a lot of wit and wisdom in Gomer,
it's more the north - south cultural divide that makes the southern characters seem like naive or foolish people, when they are really down home-spun fonts of wisdom passed down through generations of back woods pioneers, who really knew how to live within the bounds of the, as much as the ingenious peoples encountered here
it's the urbanization of the south were the bumblers and fools really are, the tea baggers who have gone off their roots and become republican dupes.
