Grain of wheat
When I rise without sleep,
According to God to abandonment.
His love is projected on the horizon,
Cool is the water of its source.
The good God loves us happy,
Lady mothers his Empress.
Without faith the world and consternation,
The man without a heart.
Hikers with thirst and hunger,
God made man.
The Light is eternal and free,
God loves you and purifies.
We were very confident in our Lord,
It was divine, is love.
The grain of wheat that produces,
Love of God, Jesus.
Victor Marques
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
Grain of wheat
When I rise without sleep,
According to God to abandonment.
His love is projected on the horizon,
Cool is the water of its source.
The good God loves us happy,
Lady mothers his Empress.
Without faith the world and consternation,
The man without a heart.
Hikers with thirst and hunger,
God made man.
The Light is eternal and free,
God loves you and purifies.
We were very confident in our Lord,
It was divine, is love.
The grain of wheat that produces,
Love of God, Jesus.
Victor Marques
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