The brief compassion,
Ripples everlasting,
Our night stormy dark,
Satisfaction maker mark.
Temp with out asking,
While my problems are fasting,
Souls drip dry,
Collection full pie.
Peace my soul may be,
Pieces of others save me,
Once I was led,
Now I am fed.
Once I feed ,
Now I lead,
Once you are freed,
Soul will I be.............
FTBAS 4.10.13
No comments:
Post a Comment