Rain ride home, by George Chow
Low visibility in the rain ride home.
I was bless by the wet soak foot steps long.
Safe home is thankful,
but mourn sound for those miss fortunes,
are in the minds of repentence' soul.
Low secure sense in the rain ride home.
I was bless by the kindness traffic load.
They do keep distance,
but why lucks have good and bad,
for uncertain to face death alone.
Low confidence in the rain ride home.
I was bless by the faith of home duties.
My home need me and I need my home,
but always to fix an excuse,
as i wait for God Holy Jesus Christ show.
Low light in the rain ride home.
I was bless by the bulbs and screen sets.
Jehovah works full,
but where is the eteranl flame which will not burn,
and the body of super hero or Christ that I see in life.
|Posted: 2014-05-29 09:48:13 UTC|
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