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Scare in the way it approach to me, slowly or quickly it's the same, no sound no peace, lonely heart in broken pieces, quiet in a little room, fast like a haze blind like a the wind. Tired so deeply that make me wounds, early become scars.
Come and let it be there, in the shadow of death, in the dust lost in my frightening thoughts, soon I realize that I was in the darkest nightmare, I can see now the light, I can open a eye the tenderness I feel in my dead flesh quietness no more, I'm awaken again, I was such blind and undeserved love and peace He is coming and make me fly I suddenly I see I have not wings to fly; then He takes my hand and lead to such a horizontal wooden beam, why ? I scream, but His yelling was so high Look To my eyes and said to me: ----Smell the flowers, and feel the hope, cry aloud no more loneliness, the wind brought my spirit again my heart can speak about passion, my body rest at least it was not the words it was the blood made me son and get restored I even I'm I don't hear his voice but the whole universe, reminds I'm alive because of his death.
O.k excuse me but I'm not american and some words are still hard to think in my mind.
God bless you this about me before covert to Christ.
God bless you a lot.
this is improvised so forgive some mistake.
Thanks.
Come and let it be there, in the shadow of death, in the dust lost in my frightening thoughts, soon I realize that I was in the darkest nightmare, I can see now the light, I can open a eye the tenderness I feel in my dead flesh quietness no more, I'm awaken again, I was such blind and undeserved love and peace He is coming and make me fly I suddenly I see I have not wings to fly; then He takes my hand and lead to such a horizontal wooden beam, why ? I scream, but His yelling was so high Look To my eyes and said to me: ----Smell the flowers, and feel the hope, cry aloud no more loneliness, the wind brought my spirit again my heart can speak about passion, my body rest at least it was not the words it was the blood made me son and get restored I even I'm I don't hear his voice but the whole universe, reminds I'm alive because of his death.
O.k excuse me but I'm not american and some words are still hard to think in my mind.
God bless you this about me before covert to Christ.
God bless you a lot.
this is improvised so forgive some mistake.
Thanks.
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