What do you do when you are criticized by the man you love?  Ask the Lord to bless you with the tongue of an angel.  Sometimes, you will feel impressed to speak a soft word or to say nothing at all.

Sometimes….lullabying the fathers means that you must bite your tongue for a short while, pray under your breath and wait until the spirit of kindness is present in your heart.

Meanwhile…never say anything you will regret.  Speak only when you feel the spirit of the Lord possessing you…

Silence can be improved upon with a word of kindness.  But, harshness, defensiveness and curt words only make the wound that much deeper to mend….

Love, Karyn Grant 

Good Morning Karyn,

The Woman At The Well 

I spent the day on Sunday with a small group of thirty or so inmates at the Point of the Mountain.  Bishop Hall and Brother Marlell Neilson were there to guide us through the experience.  Kent and Linda Hart and Rayonna Hale, were my traveling missionary companions.  As you may know, I have been blessed with a new opportunity to send “the song of my heart” on a mission to the men at the prison.

As I shared my experience, as a latter day woman at the well, with these men, I had them visualize themselves living in the days of Christ.  “Visualize for a moment, that there is a Samaritan woman who has just recieved the promise of “living water” for all of her life’s searchings to give love and to be loved by a mortal men.  The man at the well, named Jesus, has not condemned her for her life experience, but rather, has offered her what he intuitively knows she has been searching for—the pure love of God.”

“Imagine that you belong to the same small community, the woman at the well, belongs to.  Imagine that you men are her people; her brothers.  She wants you to know about this man named Jesus who does not condemn the sinner, in spite of the fact, that he knows everything about their errors in judgment.  Instead, he looks upon the heart and offers you the hope of recieving what you have been looking for, all of your life!”

“As I tell she tells you of her experiences with this man named Jesus, you may be a bit skeptical at first, as she has had many husbands, (which is not a Samaritan custom.)  You may wonder why you should believe this woman, of all people.  But, then…something amazing happens.  Jesus comes to visit you  too.  He tarries with you. in your little community, for three days.  As he tarries with you, you discover for yourselves that this man does not judge you for your sins or transgressions either!  Instead, he offers you the same living water that he offers the woman at the well.”

As I spoke to the men, I see warmth coming into chiseled countenances.  I see eyes softening and even brimming with tears.  One man, does not even blink.  He listens to me with empathy, hope and compassion engraven ino his face.  I continue…

“Now, I would like to sing to you, you men who are my brothers—you men who are noble sons of God—a song that I wrote as I experienced many of the feelings that that ancient woman at the well; may have felt after her visit with the Savior.”

As I sing to them, something stirs within my soul.  As I gaze into their eyes, my heart is comforted.  I see depths that I never imagined I would see before.  I see brothers who have lived lives that entitle them to the most precious gift of all gifts—the atonement of Jesus Christ.  A gift that has the power not only to transform their lives, but to change their hearts. 

I speak to them about the bitterness I felt towards men after five marriages.  I speak to them about the Savior’s gift of softening my heart towards men and filling me with such a pure love for my brothers, that now, I am writing a book called, “Who Will Lullaby the Fathers?”  I speak to them of Thurl Bailey’s experience in growing up in a home where he witnessed the healing power of love and the destructive power of violence.  I share with them about this man, that I have grown to love, named Thurl Bailey, whose life experiences have offered him the same choice that these men have…to pass on the cycles of abuse that they have witnessed in their lives or to stop these cycles and begin passing on the pure love of Christ.

I ask them, “Which one of you wants to experience Joy in this life? Which one of you does not want to experience pure love?  True love?  Which one of you believes that your heart has become so hardened like I believed mine once was, that you will never need or want pure love again?  How would you like to experience a change of heart so deep that you can go on and change lives with your newfound ability to feel and share of the pure love of Christ with those who love you and those who you love?”

I was amazed when afterwards, men of all statures and sizes came up to me and shook my hand.  With eyes shining with pure light and truth, each thanked me one by one and asked me how they could get my music to “play in their trucks after I get out?”  One brother told me, “I get out in a week and I need to get this music to listen to—not only for me, but for my mother.  She needs this too…”

Another prisoner came up to me and said, with eyes brimming with tears, “I have been to over 3000 churches over the span of 1200 miles.  No one’s ever reached into my heart like you did with the words you said and the songs you sang.  No one.” 

What did I feel as I ministered to these men?  I felt nothing but the pure love of Christ for them.  I shared with them how Matt Anderson and Wayne Young and Shaun Woodward all had expressed an interest just the night before at my birthday party, to come and minister to them with me.  I told them, “in my circle of friends, there is no judgment for you…there is only a desire to serve you and bless you…”

I shared with them how I had written two songs at Bishop Lombardi’s request and how, after recording them at the recording studio, I had been pulled over by a policeman for speeding.  I shared with them, how the policeman had let me go, without giving me a ticket, when he learned that I had been recording songs to share with the men at the prison.

“How do they like your music out there?” The policeman had asked me.  The men in the room all chuckled when I told them what I had told the policeman.  “I don’t know how they like it—but they don’t have much choice!  They are my captive audience.”  Mirth and music filled the air…tears brimmed in their eyes too as they did in mine.

But what touched my heart the most as I visited these men, was the robust way that they sang, “I Stand All Amazed” at the end of the service.  Many knew all the words by heart.  The prayers uttered, were humble, sweet and child-like.

When I got home, I sat in my recliner and looked at the new picture hanging on my wall in my living room.  It is a picture of the Savior teaching a little boy, dressed in a little striped robe, how to pray.  I thought of how he took our “stripes” upon himself—so that we all might be made whole.  Stripes that often originated in our childhoods. 

The words of the song that I had sung to all of you, my friends, at the birthday celebration the night before, rang clearly in the ears of my understanding…

“He danced with saint and sinner both—A Soul Was Reborn…”

One man came up to me and shared with me that he was a former professional football player.  He shared that he had been in a Southern Calvery Baptist church many years ago, when Thurl Bailey was married to his first wife.  He said, “Thurl leaned over to me during that service and expressed his feelings about the service.  I said, ‘Hey, you live in Utah, why don’t you try going to the Mormon church?”  Though, this man has not joined the church as of yet, it was obvious that he had sincere feelings about it as he led us in singing all the hymns.

What a priviledge—more than I can express.  God sure works in mysterious ways.  How far he has brought me in healing my heart from the wounds I once projected onto men.  Now, I honestly see all men, as my brothers in Christ.  I see the child in them.  I see the noble son of God in them.  I see the divine potential in them.  But, most of all, I see myself in them—for I too was imprisoned—and He visited me. 

Not only has the Lord visited me personally in giving me a change of heart.  But now, he is visiting me through men I never knew I could feel safe in sharing the depths of my soul with before.  I thank my Elder Brother for the priviledge of allowing me to give these men ladel fulls of his love to them.  For I am, a latter day, woman at the well.

Karyn Grant
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Who Will Lullaby The Grandfather’s?

By Karyn Grant 

My daughter, Lara, who is seventeen years old came home from her usual, all night shift, where she works as a CNA, for the elderly.  Often, she comes in and shares “the story of the evening” with me, about the night’s events at the care center where she spends each night.

  Recently, Lara was saddened because sweet “Marion”, an elderly gentlemen who Lara has cared for and who was her “favorite” passed away.  I felt Marion’s passing would be soon in coming because Lara would often share with me, that when she would take Marion his food, he would always stop to bless it.  Often, in the middle of his blessing, he would look up from his prayer and ask Lara, “Is that Jesus I see coming down the hallway?”

I have often told Lara how special her work is in taking care of the grandfathers and grandmothers as they prepare to meet the Savior again.  I have noticed how respectfully Lara speaks of them, how she is amused by them.  Often, Lara and I have laughed and even shed a few tears, over the stories she has shared with me, about them.

The other morning, I heard Lara come in, as usual from her graveyard shift.  I called sleepily out to her, “Did you get any sleep tonight, honey?”  I am concerned about Lara; because she is trying to finish her last few months of High School.  With her rigorous schedule, she can hardly get a good night’s sleep anymore.  She is constantly being awakened to care for the needs of the aging, to give them their meds, to tuck them back into bed, to assist them in anyway she can…

“No, not really…” she sighed sleeplily, coming in and sitting on my bed at 7:00 a.m.  “What happened?” I asked, getting ready to preach a tender little motherly sermon about “the importance of getting a good night’s sleep so she could make it to school on time.”  Instead, I listened as Lara shared “the story of the evening”.  I learned a tender lesson, which awakened something in my soul.

“In the middle of the night, one of the staff heard some banging on the outside doors.  So, she, the hispanic woman went to see what the problem was.  Lying on the ground, just outside the doors, was an 85 year old man, huddling in the freezing cold.  He didn’t have any shoes on and his hands and feet were all cut up as though he had been crawling through the night looking for help.  He must have come from one of the homes in the neighborhood, and lost his way.  He couldn’t remember his phone number, but he could remember his name, so I looked up his number in the phone book and called his wife at 4:00 a.m. in the morning.” 

“Then Maria, the other girl and I made a little bed for him on the floor because he was too big for us to move.  We bundled him up because he was shivering so bad it looked like he was having seizures!”  Lara continued with her story…”His wife came to pick him up and Mom, it was so sad because she hadn’t even known he was missing.  She said they went to bed at 11:00 p.m. and that he must have gone out for a little midnight stroll in the ice cold.  That’s when we learned that he has dymentia…We called the paramedics so that they could come and see if he was suffering from the effects of the cold.  Mom, I don’t want to get old.  It’s so sad…”

As I listened to my daughters “story of the evening”, I was moved to compassion for the elderly.  How they have spent their whole lives, giving of themselves to their spouses, careers and children…and in the end…who is it that cares for them, that listens to them, that ministers to these angels? 

I wondered, “Who will lullaby the grandfathers?  A seventeen year old girl? A busy single mother? An old forgotten friend?  After all, we are the only voice that God has!” I thought to myself.  But, then I changed my mind.

            This early morning, after pondering Lara’s story, I wrote it down and when I rose to go back to bed, I felt  an angel’s embrace.  I recognize the ministering of angels because I have had a few unseen visits from them.  But this one, caught me off guard.  Immediately, I sensed Marion’s spirit standing beside me.  Tears sprang to my eyes as I wondered why a man I had never met, would come to visit me.

            “Tell Lara, thank you for caring for me…” came the almost audible whisper.  I recognize the voice of angels.  I believe that listening hearts can hear them.  Before I had time to formulate the thought, “Will you be my daughter’s ministering angel?”  Marion’s spirit answered, “Yes!” in a robust, but gentle way.  “Tell Lara, thank you for taking care of me and tell her, that yes, that was Jesus coming down the hallway.”

            I called Lara, interrupting her sleep at the care center at 5:30 a.m. this morning.  “Lara”, I whispered through my tender tears…”What’s wrong, Mom?”  “Nothing…” I answered her back…  “I just received word from your dear friend Marion.  He told me to tell you thank you for taking such good care of him.  I asked him to be your ministering angel when I can’t be with you…oh and Lara, that was Jesus coming down the hallway!”

            I know that Lara will be blessed for her countless, sleepless nights spent serving the elderly. For if each one of them, returns to thank her in this way, by being a ministering angel to her, I know that she will be in good hands.  For the hands of angels are, after all, God’s hands.

Is there someone who you have forgotten who once blessed you in your childhood or youth?  Read about the rest of the story about how my daughter’s experience possibly saving an elderly man’s life, has been blessing me, days hence.  If you know of somone who is aging, call them, write them a note, send them love, pray for them….

Read the rest of the story….”Who Will Lullaby The Grandfather’s” by going to PAGE

“I Was Sick…and Ye Visited Me” 

My daugher, who is seventeen years old came home from her usual, all night shift, where she works as a CNA, for the elderly.  Often, she comes in and shares the “story of the evening” with me, about the night’s happenings.  Recently, she was saddened because sweet Marion, an elderly gentlemen, “one of my favorites”, had recently passed away.  I felt this was soon in coming because Lara would often share with me, that when she would take Marion his food, he would stop to bless it.  Often, in the middle of his blessing, he would look up from his prayer and ask Lara, “Is that Jesus I see coming down the hallway?” 

I have told Lara how special her work is in taking care of the grandfathers and grandmothers as they prepare to meet the Savior again.  I have noticed how respectfully she speaks of them, how she is amused by them and often we have laughed and even shed a few tears, over the stories Lara has told me.

The other morning, I heard Lara come in, as usual from her graveyard shift.  I called sleepily out to her, “Did you get any sleep tonight, honey?”  I am concerned about Lara; because she is trying to finish her last few months of High School.  With her rigorous schedule, she can hardly get a good night’s sleep anymore.  She is constantly being awakened to care for the needs of the aging, to give them their meds, etc. 

“No, not really…” she sighed coming in and sitting on my bed at 7:00 a.m.  “What happened?” I asked, getting ready to preach a tender little motherly sermon about the importance of getting a good night’s sleep. Instead, Lara taught me a tender lesson.

“In the middle of the night, one of the staff heard some banging on the outside doors. 

She went to see what the problem was, and there was an 85 year old man laying on the ground outside the door in the freezing cold.  He didn’t have any shoes on and his hands and feet were all cut up as though he had been crawling through the night looking for help.  He must have come from one of the homes in the neighborhood, and lost his way.  He couldn’t remember his phone number but he could remember his name, so I looked up his number in the phone book and called his wife at 4:00 a.m. in the morning.  

Then the other girl and I made a little bed for him on the floor because he was too big for us to move.  We bundled him up because he was shivering so bad it looked like he was having seizures!”  Lara continued with her story…”His wife came to pick him up and Mom, it was so sad because she hadn’t even known he was missing.  She said they went to bed at 11:00 p.m. and that he must have gone out for a little midnight stroll in the ice cold.  That’s when we learned that he has dymentia…We called the paramedics so that they could come and see if he was suffering from the cold.  Mom, I don’t want to get old.  It’s so sad…”

I llistened to my daughters “story of the evening”, I was moved to compassion for the elderly.  How they have spent their whole lives, giving of themselves to their spouses, careers and children…and in the end…who is it that cares for them? 

Every night, a seventeen year old girl tucks in the gramdpa’s and the grandma’s, extending her heart to those she is growing to love, as she cares for them. She is  earning her way through school and laying up treasures for herself in heaven.  It is a sometimes, thankless job, to care for the elderly, at least in the world’s eyes.  There are no awards and medals for the two young women who possibly saved a elderly man’s life tonight while the rest of the community sleeps peacefully, unaware, snug and warm in their nice warm beds. 

An elderly man is out walking bewilderedly through the night looking for some shelter and someone to care for him in his old age….but….”Who will lullaby the grandfathers?”  Who will care for them?  Who will remind them of the wonderful works they have done throughout their lives, when they can no longer remember their own phone numbers?

I was inspired to think of someone who has touchedmy life, who is in their “goldern years”.  Thnk of someone who has touched your’s.  An old school teacher perhaps?  Someone who— may not even remember your name and send them your love anyway….

Inspired by Lara, I called an elderly man who is getting up in years, who once blessed me “to go and sing the song of your heart” and told me that I would bless many souls with the sound of music.  I called him, out of the blue, the other day after years of not being in touch just to thank him for blessing my life.  When he answered the phone, I introduced myself and asked him if I could bring him one of my cds depicting the love of the women in the scriptures, who loved the holy prophets. 

 ”I’m sorry,” he said, “my memory is failing me.  I don’t believe that I remember you…” he said to me.  “Who are you again?  What is your name? I don’t have any recollection of ever meeting you.” 

I gently reminded him of how he had blessed my life on three different ocassions. Once when I was sick.  Once when I was single.  And once when I was discouraged.  All three times, he had visited me, encouraged me to ”Carry On” and to “Keep on Singing!” He couldn’t remember any of these shared moments…but then at last, a trickle of memory served him. “Are you a massage therapist?  Well, now, I do remember you!” 

“Yes!” I said happily, knowing that he had finally been blessed to remember me, if for even, but a moment.  “I am in your neighborhood and just wanted to bring you my new cd and thank you for encouraging me to write and sing the song of my heart…” 

“That would be nice…I am sick…so just give it to my son.  He will answer the door.”  I drove to the address my dear old friend gave me over the phone and went to the door with a few lullabies for the men, on a shiny new cd.  It wasn’t professionally labeled, and all it read was, “Awake My Soul!”  My name was not inscribed.  It was the first cd, hot off the press and I knew that he must have it as he was the one who had encouraged me years ago, when he came to visit me, to write the songs of the Book of Mormon.

“Please give this to your father and thank him for making a tremendous difference in my life.  When I was single and sick, he came to visit me one day and he blessed me to get well and to keep singing.  This is a token of my appreciation.” 

His son thanked me and closed the door.  I marveled as I walked to my car, about the plight of getting older…how important it is that we remember those who have inspired us…even if they cannot remember us….

Who will lullaby the grandfathers?  A seventeen year old…a busy mom….an old friend…I pray that it will be both you and I…after all, we are the only voice that God has. 

 I must make an exception…for as I completed this last story. I heard the voice of an angel speak to my soul.  Tingles bathed over my whole being and I knew it was Marion, my daughter’s angel friend who had passed away recently.  “Tell Lara, thank you….” was all the voice whispered into the depths of my soul.  Immediately, tears came to my eyes.  “Marion?”  I asked… I felt a tender affirmation of tingles once again spreading over my being.  “Will you be my daughter’s minsitering angel?  Will you help her graduate from school?  Will you take care of her when I can’t be with her.” 

“Yes, I will!” I felt a robust but gentle whisper.  I headed for the phone at 5:13 a.m. and called Lara.  She was finally getting some sleep, but I awakened her and told her how Marion had come to visit me to tell me to say “Thank you, Lara, for taking care of me in my last days…and yes, Lara, that was Jesus I saw coming down the hallway.”

I wept as I told Lara, how proud I am of her.  Her reward will be in heaven with all of the angels she is taking care of here on earth.  One day, as each one passes through the veil, they will minister to my daughter.  This I know…with all my heart. In Jesus Name, Amen.

I pause

With Love,

Karyn Grant 

Dear Cherishing Circle;

Our circle of influence is growing.  We would all love and appreciate hearing how this work is affecting you, your family and your children.  I have 36 “Night-Time Nurturing Musical Meditations” coming out soon.  Rick Priddis of PRIDDIS MUSIC is assisting me in the production and release of all my work to be used in JOY COACHING SESSIONS around the world!  There will be six CD wallets, each containing twelve cds.  These JOY COACHING SESSIONS-FOR EMOTIONAL ABUNDANCE WALLETSwill be wonderfully and reasonably priced.  A client/new friend/ young mother/ Kimberly tells how she used the guided visualization cds. “The Healer’s Touch” and “Divine Essence” to soothe her children’s troubled hearts after their father recently left the family.
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“Since my husband left, we feel very alone at night and on the weekends. My kids (& even me I’ll admit) are afraid sometimes. I found that when I play Karen’s Music it chases away fear from my home. So at night and in the morning I go strait to the CD player and put her on. My son also struggles with waking up grumpy sometimes, and it’s a guarantee that if he wakes up to Karen singing in the front room, he comes out to greet us in a pleasant mood with a smile (he’s always last to wake up). In the car we listen to her visualization CD’s to keep us focused, with strength and peace. It has been a valuable tool for us. The kids can’t get enough of it, and neither can I. The other night my daughter Samantha was expressing to me one of her fears, and after her story she was glued to my hip where ever I went around the house. I knew that wasn’t healthy, or helping the situation, so I played Karen’s music, and Sammy stopped following me around in fear, and began to find things she wanted to do with a relaxed and peaceful spirit about her. This music is truly a blessing for our family.
Thank you Karen.
Kimberly Gingras
Eagle Mountain, UT

                              “Don’t Forget Us”

                                By Rayonna Hale

It was in November,2006, as I was traveling home from visiting my daughter and family in Ogden that as I drove past the point of the mountain and the prison, that a clear audible voice said “Don’t forget us!”

Over the years of being a convert member of the “Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints” and having received the gift of the Holy Ghost at baptism, of which is a companion to guide, protect, inspire, comfort, witness, to name just a few, I have learned to “listen” to its promptings, which come in various ways. 

Upon hearing this I immediately called my singer songwriter girlfriend, Karyn Grant, and said “Karyn, they want you to sing at the prison…..” It took me several weeks to find out how and who to contact to do this. I was to learn that the prison has several branches with Bishops, Relief Society presidents etc. called.

I came in contact with the Relief Society president, Susan Johnson, and she put the process in the works, which included getting “clearances” for myself and my girlfriend, and all equipment needed to sing. The anticipated day arrived, and we eagerly with prayer arrived to sing for the Relief Society sisters.

The spirit was so strong as Karyn sang her gifts given through song the lyrics and message of love from the Savior, His Atonement, and the remembrance of “who” we really are, “daughters of a Heavenly Father and Mother” princesses, and queens in the making.  Many sisters bore their testimonies to the fact that they had indeed forgotten “who” they were and as a result had made choices which led them to where they were this night.

Our hearts were filled with the common knowledge of a Savior who knows us by “name” and knows our pains and sorrows, who always has His Hand outstretched to ours to lift our burdens, and many times sends others and their hands, hearts and voices to remind us of this very thing.

I personally was overcome with the love I felt for my fellow sisters having had my own experiences traveling lifes highway and recognizing the need for the Savior in my life daily through prayer, and living within the safety of the commandments He has given. I too, having experienced pain through my own choices or choices of loved ones, emotional abuse, substance abuse and addictions,  children born out of wedlock, broken laws of the land. I could easily empathize. What I testified to, to the women, was the Lord heard and was answering their call to “not forget them” and I was reminded of the scripture in D&C 128:22

” Brethren, shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory!  Let  your hearts rejoice, and be exceedingly glad. Let the earth break forth into singing. Let the dead speak forth anthems of eternal praise to the King of Immanuel, who hath ordained, before the world was, that which would enable us to redeem them out of their prison; for the prisoners shall go free.”

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I met Kenneth Cope, by listening to his music.  I was deeply touched by the voice of an angel that day.  I heard, in the tone of his voice, something that extended beyond beauty.  I heard a tone that resonated with every fiber of my being.  Here was the voice of compassion, empathy, tenderness and kindness.  One day, I got up the courage to call Kenneth Cope and invite him in to recieve a session with his music as the pervading influence.  He graciously accepted my invitation and came to my home, where I perform music, massage and aromatherapy sessions.

I never knew how blessed I would be by giving that session to Kenneth.  His music serenaded two hearts that day, for nearly two hours, as we listened and wept together of the Savior’s love for everyone!  After his session, Kenneth said, “I’ve heard my music before, but I’ve never felt it like that before.” 

Sometimes,  as I wonder, “Who Will Lullaby the Fathers?” I wonder, who will awaken their spirits and lift their souls through the healing power of music and reunite their souls with the knowledge that they are beloved sons of God?  I have been so fortunate to meet, through “divine introduction and divine intervention”, men who love music, who love the Lord and who are consecrating the song of their hearts to bringing to pass, the immortaltiy and eternal life of men, women and children! 

It is my intent to lift the hearts of my brothers as well as my sisters—for without man having and experiencing joy, how much joy can a woman really have?  Men are that they might have joy—and women are…that the men they love might have Joy abundantly.  So much of a woman’s happiness is secured by the connection she feels to a man.  Women naturally desire to assist men in the process of becoming filled with contentment, love and happiness.  This is her divine role in being a nurturer.  How great is a woman’s joy, when she senses the happiness of those around her!

Truly, our hearts are turning towards our husbands, fathers, sons and brothers. It is my desire to lift the hearts of men so that they may be touched with a deepening desire to return to their wives, daughters and sisters, feeling an even greater sense of happiness, peace, love and contentment.  A change of heart begins within the one—and spreads to those we love… I send gratitude into the universe for men such as Kenneth Cope, who have consecrated their gifts and talents to raising the vibration to love, joy and peace—-for the sum total of ALL of God’s Children.  I pray that his business, writing “God’s Story” will be magnified, amplified and bring a contagion for love, joy and peace that will lift the hearts of all mankind!

Sending Love Your Way.

Karyn Grant 

I always knew that Pat Nemechek would grow up to be a wonderful man!  He was voted by our ninth grade class to be, “Most Likely to Succeed”.  He was one of my favorite people in the world when I met him at age fifteen.  Now, he, has gone on to do great things in the medical world in the research and developement of curing HIV.  See his web site at www.healthrenewal.org

To read the story of two great men I met, in the eighth grade, go to ”Pages” and click on “The Day I Met Tom Holmoe”….

Sending Hope to Mankind,

Karyn Grant