It’s red and it’s burning
Yet I’m heading towards it
Yea oh pitiful me
My soul headeth towards hell
At times I’m walking
At times I’m running
At times I’m pacing
Then I stop to look at the other…
The other path of life…
Oh wretched man that I am
Who can save me from this
Bondage of folly
To whom much is given much
Will be required,
Knowledge and understanding
Abounds in my being
Yet so foolishly do I still trod
Towards hell
Will you tell Him for me
How my soul aches for Him
How my heart so thirst for Him
2011
Tasha
If you cannot stop, you cannot stop. If you stop, you have stopped. Either way, He smiles.
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Wow
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As beautiful as you. This is a wonderful and power piece of writing.
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Thanks Heatherš
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