me
sitting here
with all I fear
Here me God, I call on You
You are always there
always wil and have bin
was I so blind for all those years??
keep losing myself
-in everything-
over and over again
but I found Him
the beauty of all
the beaty of a soul
filt with the Spirit
the greatest of all
I can only just surve You
I already gave You my heart
Please take my life and make it Your's
with all I fear
Here me God, I call on You
You are always there
always wil and have bin
was I so blind for all those years??
keep losing myself
-in everything-
over and over again
but I found Him
the beauty of all
the beaty of a soul
filt with the Spirit
the greatest of all
I can only just surve You
I already gave You my heart
Please take my life and make it Your's
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Tershi: | Zaterdag, juni 04, 2005 12:45 |
| golden words | |
| into: | Zondag, april 10, 2005 00:45 |
| mooi | |
| konica: | Vrijdag, april 08, 2005 20:04 |
| ja je begrijpt ut goed hoor. geloof is voor mij zeker troostent |
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| velker: | Vrijdag, april 08, 2005 20:03 |
| een beetje verwarrend maar toch mooi , hoor... | |
| Lycistrata Rice: | Vrijdag, april 08, 2005 19:57 |
| geloof van erg troostend zijn...ik weet niet of ik het goed begrijp, ik denk het niet | |
