You're indeed a loving father
You've refused to let me whither
Though I refused to be watered
You brought me back
While I was running back
Far back in the way of sin
Aware of sin
Yet couldn't come back
And then you pulled me out
You brought me out
Off the miry clay
Made me see the bright day
In your palace, covered with glory
Indeed this is my story
A story of a loving father
Oh! What a loving father!
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Heart Shots
PoetryPrepare to ride with me through thick and thin. This is a collection of different pieces, a heart piece per time hence it's simply my heart shot. We'll ride through love and grief, joy and bitterness, excitement and depression, admiration and hate...
