Jun 2020
The rain is pouring out of my soul
The roaring thunder left me cold
The blaring lightening is indeed bold
A sad story of a lady behold!
O Lord of the magnificent world
Please give us thy blessing tenfold
The roaring thunder left me cold
The blaring lightening is indeed bold
A sad story of a lady behold!
O Lord of the magnificent world
Please give us thy blessing tenfold
A prayer for me and all the readers ... Dear Lord please give thy blessing a billionfold.
A wordly test that is difficult for me to endure, so resorting to poetry is the way to free my soul.
A wordly test that is difficult for me to endure, so resorting to poetry is the way to free my soul.
