In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung...
These obstacles that you call life
I'm wondering is it really worth the price he paid...
Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted...
How do we prove there is a God?
How do we prove if there is not...
In its early stages
it needs yo protection...
As mass confusion sets in
my mind comes to a spin...
You missed me I know;
Waiting for me to draw near, this I'm sure...
That day will come
everyone would run...
Love Thy Neighbor
By Mark Spencer...
When I was born, I may just have slept
between a bed with thorns and petals...
lets walk
with the...
I wake to strange dreams,
a distant voice...