"King of My Castle" (CaD Ps 145)
From the head of the table, cigar in hand, Grandpa would often smile, pound his fist on the table, and with a gleam in his eye insist, "I'm the king of this castle!" A chapter-a-day podcast from Psalm 145. The text version may be found and shared at tomvanderwell.com.
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