My Poetry of Pain.
I've missed you! I really hope/pray that you're doing ok! Actually, I'm praying that God is sending more "BLESSINGS" than you know what do do with!
Either way --- "All the BEST!" lubs ya!
= ONe for the ROAD!
Luv you~
There was pain when nails struck flesh,
And went through board.
Hands and feet stained with blood.
Ripped flesh and crown of thorns
Saved my soul before I was even born.
If that pain could be beared,
How much more should I praise my Jesus
And let mine be no more.