Fear, by George Chow
Its fear to miss or to have.
And its about time to flow into the laws of high.
Where counting on time to be a ghost wants to be known.
Then become a spirit follow the waves of rhyme.
To a soul in peace to learn and see miracle and creations.
Such a body flesh we know what to give and satisfied.
Until the time of equality God made on time.
We trust each other's loving eyes.
For Jesus sheep, farm, fish, and wood the world again.
|Posted: 2014-10-18 08:11:53 UTC|
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