A child's agony, by George Chow
Momy and Dady are kissing,
what about me.
And i would not like to see them argue,
it makes me cry and sad.
Either i wonder my life worth spending.
If i can know Jesus better..
There is no body there when i suffer.
Yet God seems like His words for me to remember,
each night with Him with other wounded love.
Bible is a bet of miracle or leave all i have in the end of
|Posted: 2017-06-29 03:37:49 UTC|
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