Run I would at far
Fear I am of my Lord
Run I would to be near
Nothing could escape Him
Rather each second the pen keeps moving
Dear me!
What if the book brought to me opened
And nothing to be found but disobedience?!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Regret
Run I would at far
Fear I am of my Lord
Run I would to be near
Nothing could escape Him
Rather each second the pen keeps moving
Dear me!
What if the book brought to me opened
And nothing to be found but disobedience?!
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