Saturday, April 01, 2006

Journal of Faith

The mighty sky's the church I found,
Trees my temples built in ground.
The Mighty God, he smiles sometimes
When the sun's uncovered by the clouds.

He cries as I'm seldom crying too -
It's not a shame, we all same do;
I feel the winds blessing my soul,
I mourn the past, but forgive all.

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