Jun 2016
Why is it in life
That the innocent so often die
Taking with them our hearts
For all that they are worth
Do they take our hearts up to heaven
With the soul purpose to mend them
Slowly giving back portions when they feel
Our hearts have had time to heal
That the innocent so often die
Taking with them our hearts
For all that they are worth
Do they take our hearts up to heaven
With the soul purpose to mend them
Slowly giving back portions when they feel
Our hearts have had time to heal
My friend Cindy's 10 year old nephew was killed in a horrible accident while on a missions trip with his parents. His mother is in the hospital in very bad shape, I'm not even sure she knows her son is gone...prayers needed.
(Sunny Florida)
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