..you know what..sometimes, the true measure of a friend's concern or hypocrisy, is seen not in the things done to you in the face. it's the words and acts done behind you when you're not looking or knowing.
and it can either bless, or hurt.
alot.
The old broken melody, blowing through the trees of Eden.
They say the heart of man is too far gone to save... yet in the quaint humdums of the neighbourhood, in the midst of gains and losses, joys and heartaches, pleasure and pain, friends and foes, battles lost and won, you can just hear that quiet whisper, of an amazing grace....upon this unworthy life.