"Where the streets are made of gold; in your pressence healed and whole. Let the songs of Heaven rise to You alone."

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

weeeezyy babyy


Give me the courage
to face life's trials
and not from troubles
run, Let me keep
this thought in
mind,
"Thy Will," not
"Mine" be
done.

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