Love, by George Chow
The weep of am i loved..
The cries of where is love..
Its the emptiness taunting.
Its the vanity can not lasting.
God's daring words binding the presents.
A life saver we mind to share pain and hurts.
To understand before heaven,
we are made to know Jesus..
And remember the weep how we say goodbye to sins,
remember the cries how we need Father God.
|Posted: 2016-02-25 01:38:12 UTC|
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