Quick hide, someone is coming,
keep it up, the noise will drown out the voice,
another party, another fantasy, another toy.
Pile it on, he draws closer, my spots are beginning to show, my time is short,
Slam! A coffin door,... my last hiding place.
Posting Freak
Quick hide, someone is coming,
keep it up, the noise will drown out the voice,
another party, another fantasy, another toy.
Pile it on, he draws closer, my spots are beginning to show, my time is short,
Slam! A coffin door,... my last hiding place.
♪ Each day may Christ become clearer, His Cross dearer, Our Hope nearer. ♫
Eye Of The Beholder
Ouch!!!
Great poem, crossnote!
Thanks!
Every sin has death in it
Dude !
Originally Posted by crossnote
Amazzin
CHURCH: Where worship is enjoyed, not endured - Grace is preached, not legalism - And Christ is exalted, not religion!
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