My Love, by George Chow
Time slow by I can see the peace with my glaring eyes.
There is the midnight insomnia makes me write.
Or the early morning wake I insist for a healthy appetite.
Even the early day i grasp my ESL forever to play.
And the afternoon slumber with a quiet left over food market
street in summer;
in winter there is the chill hunger for rest after a
Then hope the night is with comfort by the repentence in
memory blur sights.
To remember as a sinner in which the Christ had offer.
By many grace for me to choose and follow the path of
Be faithful if I am single.
Do not look back if im married.
In the end is to love God the most then to you and me.
This is my love.
|Posted: 2014-06-09 18:56:27 UTC|
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