Does your haircut bring glory to God?
Why do I muse to you of this story, this tragedy so tragic? For how can it not help but draw a tear? I muse, for it begs the question, did my locks, so magnificent as they were, bring glory to God?
Why do I muse to you of this story, this tragedy so tragic? For how can it not help but draw a tear? I muse, for it begs the question, did my locks, so magnificent as they were, bring glory to God?