BRAGADAYJAH 1931

BRAGADAYJAH 1931 Isaiah 57: Verses 1920 I create the fruits of the lips; peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the Lord; and I will heal him. But the wicked are like the troubled sea; when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.