Poetry come from my lips Why? To send love to the grips Don't trip on the enemies tricks Live this life Like i've got something to give Live this life Like iike i've got something to miss Love my God With all of my strength Love my God Through the pain Say the name Healed the sick and lame Jesus Christ died For my strangqressions and sins Blood spilled From His veins To live is Christ And to die is gain
mercy on you. bless you friend. there is hope. there is an end. there is a mere timely concordance. The end is near for you when your time is done.
