the Trumpet of Jesus
I listen to the trumpet of Jesus, while the world hears a different sound
I march to the drum beat of God Almighty while the others just wander around...
Classic Imperials!
I listen to the trumpet of Jesus, while the world hears a different sound
Today, I got in about 60 miles on the X. A perfect autumn day and full leathers. I should have started sooner and ridden farther. I was thoroughly blessed to experience the colors God painted for today on His Indiana canvas. The cacophony of color at times was so loud, that I could hardly see the blacktop road ahead of me. Add to that seeing the farmers hastening to finish their harvesting of corn and soybeans and it made for an all round perfect ride.