I feel the wind blowing softly across my face, reminded of my Lords ever lasting grace.
I run my feet amongst the rivers edge, thinking of my Lords unruley death, His selfless sacrafice for my life. I love thy lord with all my might.
I sit at night gazeing at the flickering light which shines from up above. Thanking thy Lord for his ever lasting love.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BY COMMENTING
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE Read more articles by penny stell or search for other articles by topic below.