This door that stands before me
has a meaning to it some how...
The blood pouring down my wrist is red
It fills my mind with final dread...
God is the light
God is whats right...
This wonderful feeling we all desire
To rid of sin...
The Son of man was born a poor carpenter's Son
A hunted fugitive before His life had begun...
Sometimes its all that I can do
To struggle through each day...
Around every corner bad stuff is out there...
because that's what bad stuff does. it lurks...
Thou shall not fall on bended knee
to honor a god of imagination...
When you are hurt, turn to God,
He is always there for you...
When the struggles of life blows your way,
and cast a dark Shadow on your beautiful day...
I don't know think i have ever told you.
how much i appreciate the things you do...
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we spoke the silent words of love most true...