Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
Through a loathsome darkened path In a valley deep...
An old man stumbled and tripped where e'er his...
Peace Is Not A Way Of Life
By Mark Spencer...
But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...
Everyday I wake up,
Another murder...
The voice within
Screaming "be still"...
Is anything too hard for God?
Is there a problem He cannot face...
HE was sent here to help, Your so beautiful Jesus,
So unholy we are and that's not how HE sees us...
She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...
If life is a magic wand,
how nice it will be...
God is the sun that arises bringing in the dawn.
He is the morning mist that kisses your cheek...
Everyone always knows who you are
Everyone are always near to judge...