My god is the blood dripping off the wrist of the...
the smile on their sunken face, worn like a token...
Even though my Best
Friend lives in Heaven...
Rollacosta
Everyday is a struggle...
27.5.2005
Dear Lord you know...
I am standing at the cross remembering Now I am...
In God we trust
people are dying...
This poem is one my sister wrote:
I thank you God...
After the storm of loneliness
I was caught by the darkness...
Your heart will ache your soul will cry
you pray to god and wonder why...
Teaching, preaching and shaping our lives,
You pour out yourself...
We are the hands of
perversion that spoil...
I pray to thee o' Lord. Protect me from evil...