David Cook

I'm fundraising for...eternal glory

In the dark chamber of uncertainty lurks a cruel void that peeks between the folds of its garb. As hope coughs its last sputtered breath, behold, a single ray, a photon piercing the night, straight into the dying embers of the eternal flame. I hear a roar. Many mighty voices cry in unison as if they all had stabbed the beast. Blood, oh the blood, it rains down, soaking the parched ground, feeding the roots of once dead trees, the sparrow song, its wing is strong; the sun has come before the dawn, its sweet air is ready to receive your tender kiss. So it has been, and shall be forevermore.