I will not abandon your grace
Loved to your face
Give me money and trust
And I will pick trust
Don't convince me to go
That I can never show
I'll not abandon you
For its true
I'll not abandon you grace
Loved to your face
Like the shinning brace of light
Enhanced with might
Wipe that tear away
You know I'll stay
Because you're sick to die
With a lesser fight
You'll not die today
For you I've prayed
To be strong again
With no more pain.

Veronica is not alone
When the lovely night is gone
As cold winds entangles deep
Of her grace untouched to see
Her primate of first degree
You're not alone Veronica
If you're blind to see your earth
For I am with you
Always and forever
I will not fly away
Or grow weaker in fear
Because you're here
My Veronica is not alone
When the lovely night is gone
And the good things disappear
Without the timely gain of love
So late and less warfare
I'll lie to my myself
To ever abandon my love to be
Glowing and clothed in silverware
The first degree of self dignity
Encircled by our trust
Veronica is not alone
When the lovely night is gone
When the good things disappear
For I'll always be there
Till we smile again.

To you in gown or crown will give
Glory in the Savior's home and lord
Its gain and wealth-its golden teeth
Crown of gold within His nameless force

Forgive Lord, that I have sinned
Against the blood and the golden cross
Our tears salutes your wondrous dream
For the golden cross-its force and gods

Mercy raves from the golden cross
Between the sin and life to be
The brightest chamber of our lord
Men who feast-dreams that breeds

Sure our ignorance bleeds to death
Through our stony hearts and rotten doors
If God heals, its but in birth
Through the Lamb and the golden cross

I therefore allow my bleeding sin
Onto His blood and the golden cross
Which flames in every hideous being
To lit the eternal home of God.

Lord,I thank you for today
As I woke my soul to pray
The very life my soul has lost
Is craving at your door
I can't just stretch my mind afar
Of how passionate heaven cares
Why these subtle hearts today?
Why the need to save their grace?
Why a soul today should mourn?
With such impatience to your throne
Has their life explore the sins
To change the pure face of their beings
Why eager for the noble pledge?
From hideous results of the earth
Of how much they need their God
To save their souls from door to door
God is like the burning sun
Which burns the heart of man
And when He sees His child has fallen
He burns them through that needs much saving
I'm thrilled at such dearest hearts
So blessed to see heavenly stairs.

The dying day did meet its love
In the loving might of younger June
She closed her eyes and slept so pure
And wondered about a dream so soon

She saw merchants trading the day
And some labourers and their owners
But she wondered love that needed pay
Our life and mass which is the oldest

The springs were tightly closed at six
The joyful moment of this love
It was that playmates made a pitch
And each pitch lovingly shines the more

The tambourines rhymes their joyful tunes
which spills the more of heavenly grace
The maiden kissed her man in June
And wondered about her loving days

The dying night did meet its love
The maiden woke from a dream so soon
She found her lonely self so pure
And wished the dream at play in June.

When I moved my heart from door to door
I learnt the poor on the wall
I did reluctantly filled my mind
To the people of the time
The poor sure rules a laboured course
And a sudden rest on the floor
If through love,a soul can ****
The poor sure holds the skill
The earth was made to give a smile
And the poor has laboured fine
A desperate earth is not on course
Endurance is of the poor
Who knows the cheap could die today
And doubts the rich man's grace
The world was moved to smile on sight
The poor can find the light
And pity men who couldn't endure
Endurance is of the poor
Like gifted rain for the common world
The light of the poor explores
For nature smiles to the visionary man
Whose poor source lights the run.

The breast is like a god
That we hold so much
As if bypass our minds
In its matchless force

Its the mightiest milk
To which great men lived
Its emotionally attached
In its endless seals

The breast is that union
Between men of earth
It can charm so many
In its dirgeless songs

Its not scorned in the aged
But in the youth who is
And its emotionally displayed
In its fearless bait

I did love the breast
That can give me milk
But not like the breast
In its worthless self .