The Making, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2016-06-28 06:02:36 UTC
Thunder roar..
the making of rain.
Rainbow shine..
the making of Sun's colors.
If my repentance can be the thunder,
the rain is worth cherish.
If my forgiveness can be the rainbow,
the sun is much more i am willing be friends with.
Eternity been..
Its the making while in sin,
this is a road pave in regrets and repentance,
and to be loved more then before.

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