Father built a wooden stable
under our frozen pine trees...
Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore...
Empty Vines
By Mark Spencer...
Verses were meant to be free
Yet dreams may be structured...
For the welfare of all
Or all of those in need...
I have faith in my heavenly father
He blesses me with wisdom...
Its like a disease
that can not be cure...
He was never seen as a precocious child
Until his father looked down and smiled...
Let's take a journey back in time,
To where sin first began...
He is waiting for us
to realize we need Him...
You continue,
crushing your breath...
The Truth
By Mark Spencer...