"forgetten" poems
I remember when I was a child.
My parents would tell me tales.
Of men dealing with demons.
In the crossroads right out of town.
And I remember quietly.
I had walked down that path too.
Not for money, talent, or fame.
I wanted to know what happiness was like.
And I never knew if I got my wish.
It always felt like things went south.
From within the abandoned crosswalks.
I could feel only sad eyes staring me down.
I felt the whispers and warnings.
Every foggy afternoon.
When I'd wish for the man to supposedly appear.
Just for a simple request.
"I only want to be happy and loved."
It seemed to echo into the neverending winter.
But I waited anyway.
I had barely any warmth to spare.
But nothing came and so I left.
And I felt the pity trail behind my back.
As I walked down the path.
That I decided to stroll down.
And my life continued to go down hill.
I am no longer so young.
I have become accustomed to this world.
To all its cruel games.
I have been broken and shattered
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over....I have forgetten.
I am tired.
So I came back to the crossroads.
No more warmth left in my body.
I did not come with a wish this time.
Only seeking a question.
"Why did you not grant my wish?"
And I waited again by the trails.
For anybody to appear now.
Anybody who could give me answers.
"What did I do wrong?"
The trees looked at me with misery.
The clouds gave me it's soft tears.
The mist hugged me as tightly as it could.
And from within the forest.
I could hear it's voice at last.
"You did nothing wrong."
I am shattering by the seams.
"I gave you what you asked for."
Then why am I so unhappy.
"Because happiness never lasts."
Am I always going to feel hopeless?
"No."
Then what am I meant to do?
"Nothing."
I don't understand.
"Because happiness will never mean anything without the struggle."
But I am shattered now, practically dust.
"But a phoenix is also reborn from it's ashes."
I no longer carry anymore warmth.
"But a fire can always be rekindled."
Is that all my life will be worth for?
"Life is always a struggle, it is survival."
But it is not what I asked for.
"No one chooses to have it willingly."
Am I meant to live on?
"Certainly you are."
Why? Why am I meant to be here.
"Because you want to."
What If I don't want to be here anymore.
"You have meaning you always will."
I don't understand.
"Your struggle and success to survive is enough to show for it."
And I could see the soot on my feet gather.
That was when the howling stopped.
I stood there still with no answers.
As the sun began to rise.
But I had a gut feeling I would not return to the crossroads again.
-Rain
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
This is your candle to burn,
The wax you long to flux?
You will this wick to blaze?
Then light our match with your crux
I'm a wise owl in sheep in wolf's clothing
Interpreting every cautious move made running with the pack
And you're exactly what you appear to be
You're ghostly traits just as transparent from the back
I am the pretentious walking dead man
Far too good for my own rotting flesh
I guess thats just the way she goes
down
Like any devil in a blood red dress
Last call only tends to last a little while
Until another bitter day calls for a God forsaken night
I am the self-forgetten first born
Passing lessons down after making no first decisions right
I've been on top of the town
Still wet from arctic lengths of time trapped under ice
I keep a hold of others' darkest secrets
ruling this game of thrones and still playing it nice
I'm a king in beggars clothing
I have everything I need and no reason to boast
I don't find joy in you're possessions
salvation found in being no one is a reason to coast
You've lost the fire that kept your spirits up
and have become another mindless ******* bore
when we're old and reacquainted
I'd like to see you convince me that I haven't lived more
"When they unearth these passages
will I appear to be proud?
Not if you're listening close enough.
Not if you're sounding it out."
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
I have drempt:
Lucidly, she dyes the edges clay-colored
Eyeing eye she aligns her body with the North Star
She shivers without notice
Ocher eyes alive
she speaks in new forms of divination
And the weather is in her palm
Trick of light trick of eye
Her sigh awakens 9 Ravens
without thought
She is
Caught in the spider web
Spun
Autumnal ghost
Beneath Harvest moon
swoons at the bark of the dire wolf
Without care
making eye contact
Running fingers through the silver fur
Paying close attention to scars
Letting him drink
From lips of pink
The milk of first-kiss
And leads him home
To a palace of bone
Humming tunes that only dogs know
Her head is light on his chest
She listens to his heart beat
Beating Eagles wing
In time
In rhyme
A tune
Of runes
Smooth Aquarius
Flowing through the toes
Of purple mountains
Spilling waterfalls and
Filling frigid
Black pools rimmed
By moss caked stone
Leaves scarlet, and hay colored
Float aimlessly on the surface of her
Peaked
Ears Stung and bit of wind
She listens whole body tensed
bow string
face Sun stained
ethereal
Enamored
swimming in the aphotic
Lake of his soul
He plays the dulcimer of shadow
Next to fire
& the light of her blossom
exposing
Waterfall
flow
Through snow mountains
Piqued
His attention
When she dances languid
To
Forgetten tunes that only the owl knows
****
she dances star soaked
Scarlet tulips pressed
Fill every page of her mind
Preserved eternal
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Wake up with a jump and a start.
This isn't just prose,
this is an art.
To weave your stories, through and
through, with
broken pen and missing shoe.
With mixed conviction,
perfect diction,
convicts swoon at your traditions.
As long as you believe
the lines make sense, they'll breathe
your soul and lack pretense.
Self-defense from knives to words and songs to birds,
soaring
o'er the roar and o'er the dives,
through the skyscraper's windows, break a floor and seek to strive.
Words are not just words,
I've heard many a stern voice
attacking a sturdy herd of
wavering wordsmiths who have
forgetten that they have a choice.
Alliteration counts as craftful creation
and the tale of poets shows it: these
sentences are paintings of a nation.
Decorating time and space
and all its stations of making a
stand.
You're a poet,
perfectly pathological,
hurting through rose- colored
opticals and bleeding for something
beautifuly better, just getting lost calls
but keep searching for the right letters; don't let the sands of time make you hate your written desert.
It's worth your weary hands.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Helloo its me
I was wondering if all this time could pass so fast
To see your face and lisn to ur voice
They say time will pass fast
But i feel hours like years
Hello can you hear me?
Im in the house looking at your room
Remembering your laugh ur scream
I've forgetten how the my days felt before you leave
Theres such a long distance between us and a time difference
Hello from the other continent
I must have cried a thousand timess
Bcuz u left and i have no one but whn i try to forget abt u it never seem to work
Hello from another country
Your my sister my blood how can i forget abt u that fast?
Hello how's ur studies ??
It became so typical of me to talk to my self whn i feel alone
Do u ever miss me the way i do?
And its no secret that we r both far
Hello from ur bedroooom can u see me looking in ur clothes i've always tried to be like u
Hello from the other country
Can u hear me crying? I miss u so much
Hello how r u?
I've been trying to be u for such a long time but now that i can its so difficult to be as strong as u
Im so bad with u
I never told u but i think i love you
I miss u since u walked out the door.
Dont leave me
I love you
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Once my ego vanishes,
My desires are quenched by ultimate satisfaction,
Once my memories are forgetten
and sweapt by the withered autumn wind,
Once my ego, lust and memories,
Are gone with the withering wind,
Once that happens, my dear,
I will cease to exist.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Each drops, each one
Its like the worse teardrops
Mixed with the symphony
And remixes melodies
Create the own version of ochestra
Flying bows everywhere
Flickering hand every beat
Up side down back every seconds
I almost forgetten
the part I most lost
Its never been
and I never want to lose
My heart kindda
Raindrops
Once rain ;
Its hard to stop
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Hey you!
It seems like you've forgetten
Yes, you have forgotten about me!
You've abandoned me for many years
You went away without a word
You left me at 5 years old
And I hated you...
Cursed you for all the pain that you caused
Blamed you in every adverse
I just hated you!
I've told myself that I will never forgive
Even in death I will keep the hate
But then... **** this heart!
Despite of everything
I still love you deep inside
Your memories were misery
You were never there in my agony
But still, I love you
Yes, I do... I really really do
You're still a part of me
And I'm a part of you
That's the irreversible truth...
We are forever binded in strings of blood
I could never cut loose!
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
The smile so bright
I felt illuminated
Has chewed me up
Forgetten to spit me out
Trapped, held in the grooves
Of your sharpened smile
Converted cracks and crevices
Into the maps of my mind
I am scraps
Shreds with missing pieces
Caught between crimson gums
Hope your next victim
Will taste me on your tongue
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Title carried with no portion of duty
A house doesn't define loyalty
And neither does having money
Make you royal.
stained blood seeking for kinship
Association beholding his fears
Lifting him to levels of prince's
No matter what you eat or drink
Or change your name
In their favour you never become
Them rather a copy of them.
Certain things come set
Like a child born a prince
While others are acquired
By the use of books for knowledge
Impostors soon slide to the floor
Where they rose from
Their faces forgetten
And the backs stripped
By their tales.
Famous by tales, names and works
Outstanding to borrow a position
But when might is weighed
Peasantry is the tell of origin.
Behavior rocks the moments
And the surrounding bows
To you in respect
Honour goes to the brave
In hardwork
You can change your looks
Your speeches
But not the background.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Flawless emotins strung,
By line they flow,
The space and gaps,
the criss and cross,
The melodies that intertwine us.
Charted lines that hold us together,
bound by a signeture,
yet the key dose not hold firm.
Apologies trickel off your tounge,
Affetuoso they fill me,
Trpilets spill over cause you know they will get me,
Sorry con calore,
Sorry is the Da capo of our life.
ll:Repeat:ll we start again,
With the same clashiny cords they tear us apart,
Con Fuoco,
Our anger no longer restraned by margines,
They run rampant without rhyme across an unstaffed page.
Staccatoed our notes became,
that one flowed effortesly between us is now rigid and cold,
Divisi we became two beings,
no longer one.
Somehow I cannot stop wishing to play for you,
As you lull me I forget the world,
Tremolo rattels my core,
Your music courses through me,
Carving the melody,
I subciunsously create its counter melody.
A Tempo takes over our lifes,
as we fall into our normal lovey ways,
all forgetten,
Nothing left to say except,
I love you
Fine
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
There he is!
Again today
Playing the banjo
In every way
A skip to his feat
A song to his beat
People will follow him till the end of the street
His lips didn't move
But, boy, did his hands!
Even the busymen danced at their shops and their stands
But the boy was not seen at the end of the day
No one would dream to follow his way
They said he was gods gift to the people of maine
They said he was a boy who just wanted the fame
But he never spoke a word, didnt even look like he breathed
And everyday, without a word, he took his leave
But there was a reason none followed the boy
You think that they would with all of their joy
But no one came back from the forest I fear
They all end up gone, they all disappear
They say they leave to heaven with the little musician
I say thats all a superstition
I say its his banjo that traps its prey
Luers them into an unclosed space
Where they are forgetten by their father and mother
Their friends, their family, their sister and brother
They say that those strings on the banjo he plays
Are strings from the heavens that lightens our day
But the strings are black metal cords
That cuts the fingers and makes blood pour
Banjo uses the boys blood to play another toon
The boy is enclosed and trapped like the few
That followed its toon and was taken away
By the banjo, the banjo's tune will luer its prey
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Does it ever scare you to know..
That the sky, will never be painted as beautifully as it was today.
That the trees will never be greener, than they were today.
That the stars, will never be aligned again exactly as they are on this very night.
Does it ever scare you to know..
That your hair will never be parted or placed as it was today.
That your clothes will never smell as fresh as it was, today.
Or that your make up will never look exactly the same as it was today.
Does it ever scare you to know..
That this day, May 7th, 2015, will never happen again.
And the sun in the sky, will never shine brighter than it did today.
And that the memories made today, will never occur again.
Does it ever scare you to know..
That since the day we were born, the only thing we were destined in life is death.
That we live everyday, moving closer and closer to the end of our time.
That our time here on Earth, is measuerd in days, hours, minutes, seconds..
Does it ever scare you to know..
That the people, places, things, around you at this very moment..
Will cease to exist, to know it'll all be gone in an instant someday.
That the days gone by, are just memories now..
Does it ever scare you to know..
That in 10 years, things will be completely different.
And the moments we're making in our life right now, will soon be forgetten.
Lost in all the other moments we've made along the years.
Does it ever scare you to know..
Because it scares me..
It scares me to know that everything in front of me at this very moment,
Will all change in an instant someday.
That the people and places, I know right now, I will not know someday.
That this so called "life" I am living right now,
Will some day be replaced with death.. And my days here will end.
I think I fear the future, because I have no idea what's in store for me..
I fear it so much to a point, that it keeps me up at night..
Wondering..
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
Now never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.
When the evil within tries to get out.
Its time to reroute./
I've gotta reroute. /
I've got to get up on my feet
And shout. /
I've wasted too much time asleep.
Only ****** at myself
Because during the time I've spent
Trying to dig deep into her/
I have totally forgetten
Where I was and who they were./
Those who held me back/
gave me plenty of hugs and daps/
but made my time on earth a blur./
I love my brothers so/
And I lift them up
When they're low/
But when it's time to go/
**** its times to go./
Open up my crusted eyes
And let the Suns holy glow/
Help me grow./
I just hope that when I rise
I begin to know
I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
But never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.
Camels and Arabs/
I often wish I could walk
The land that they have./
Yet, I walk the land
Of trends and fads/
Expensive homes and tags/
That make me see everything
I do not have./
Only to drag me further away
From my true path./
Desensitizing me of
What I'm not suppose to have/
And throwing me on that circuitous route./
Now that I've figured all this **** out./
I'm going to backtrack on my life
And add in everything I left out. /
Reconstructing my mind
To make it my vibrant home.
So when they ask and say
"Klash, what took so long?"
I would reply
I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
My dream,all um dreaming about, the one um dreaming about,the vission i have,the future i still picture..will all be gone my future ,the person i wanna be, the career ,the goal i wanna archive will soon be gone away from me when i die um afraid of death..... My enemy will laugh an rejoice while my love ones will cry an say "ferwell we will mit again" who i am and what i am will soon be for nothing..the good that i have done and the bad that i have done will soon be for nothing...my experiance of both will soon die with me,,,,my family and friends will soon be fillfull with blood tears..soon i will be forgetten as the earth get ride of me an put me under its ground where my body will be eaten by worms while my spirit will remain to the lord,,an the lord will look at me an smile from his golden throne an will say to me ""my child this is eternity an i promize you that today life in earth is past but here it start anew,,,the lord will welcome me an keep me in his arms an give me his special care an say you are welcome to your new home an my heart will heal from the pain of the earth,,and oh if i will still have it,the pain of losing the one i love,,,but the day i will die it will be my great life exprience an no more pain ,my soul will be at peace while my body will be at pieces but i will look at you and say *why cry when a soul is set free an put to rest fortunatly you wont hear me others will be singular without me but once they forgettern about me their lives will be simplicity..so i dont wanna die so young
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Losing something precious
Real or unreal
Alive, dead or neither
A loved one, an opportunity, someone’s trust, maybe the wedding ring you still wear even after a shattering divorce, no matter how furious you still are
The loss decorates your soul with flames the color or ink and charcoal
It burns away all that was linked to or too near to what you lost
Forgetting something precious
Hated or dearly loved
Broken or shining
A dalliance, an old friendship, or possibly even just an old worn sweater
from your first day of kindergarten
It doesn’t hurt as much as loss because you don’t realize it has happened
But there is this cracked and crumbling sense of longing
When you desperately search in your pile of thoughts for that memory
But it’s gone now
Like the panic that grips you when you drop something tiny and treasured
And it’s gone forever, lurking in the shadows
But it is so much worse to forget than to lose
It might not be an agony that is quite as blaring and ****** as loss
But it is a different kind of excruciating pain that never ever fades
Like a dull ache
Because even if you lose something
and the anguish rakes its blood-caked fingernails down your heart
Every. Single. Day.
One moment long ago, you never wanted to forget it
And now that you have,
It’s too late to recall it.
…
Never forget what you have lost even if it is gone
Because if you do, your heart will never lose the stinging stabbing
of what you forgot.
Here it is Creep :) Thanks so much for the collaboration invite, and accepting my earlier collab. invite! Such a thought provoking concept. Plus it was fun! I'd love to do it again anytime!
-Ember
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
If I were to leave
Take off running
No looking back
Vanish
No one would notice
Until the day they need me to do something for them
Is it too much to ask
For someone to care at least a little more than that?
A text every once in a while
"Hey how are you?"
Never heard of such a thing
I could drive to California
And no one would realize that I had gone till I'm already there
If even that
My leash is so long
That it really isn't even there
No strings attached
If I had money
Believe me
You'd never see me again
As brutal as this sounds
I really don't care
I do not have real friends
Nope. None
I don't have those people that wonder about me
Wonder what I'm doing or if I'm free
No one thinks about me
No one even gets the idea to strike up a conversation
Yes I've tried to keep in touch with people
But you need 2 to tango
And the phone works both ways
I'm just tired of not getting the feed back I desire
I'm seeking something
And it's not here
Not with these people
Not in this town
One day i'll be gone
Forgetten?
Yes please
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
In there is semi lurid warm and dark
Thoughts pounding and gushing out with forces of momentum
Calmness inject solitary rest
Restitution of mind rerun light test
Temptation as rats, and rodents accompanied my companion
Unsolicited ****** bats **********
Relationship despise my sixfoot death row
Guffaw haunted voice echoed roaring
Cut by the gate closed, banging sound deafening
Makes fear wrestle boldness
Moreover in here am dead and forgetten in outer world
I have seen millions of orion light passed
Relatives and friends despise me for I speak the voice of truth
Better he lay there ant rot
My skin turns gholish white like a ghost
I give up my body and dance with my soul
I am a blessed soul enlightened with amethyst truth
My unwashed clothes are feed with snow detergent
And my waxing bone strong with rays of dark terruric energy trap
My sun never settle it shines
Eclipse of moon provides transculent illumination as I see divine
Flying high into a realm of self enlightenment in my death row as truth tow me
into a free being
by
Martin Ijir
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
to say what i couldnt say,
what i couldnt say then,
just give me a moment
forgive me this stuttering heart,
and labored breath,
my hands they tremble,
but may my words strike true,
i am so into you,
and may my eyes lock yours,
to say what i couldnt say
i open these eyes
wide honesty and heart filled sincerty
i regard as i couldnt back then.
but its a slow death and im still breathing,
and yeah im breathing,
im breathing you in ,
warm summers and roses left forgotten,
have you forgetten the words that you have etched cross the travel ways of this wayward heart, forgiving and giving,
a poetic poison
of love leading
love leading me back to where we began.
to say what i couldnt say then,
i love you,
always and forever.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
Skin that is as lovely as a warm summer day.
Lips as luscious as a fresh strawberry.
A body that Athena would loathe you for.
My desire for you burns like a shot of tequila.
Hands that are made to fit right into mine.
Arms that rest on the nape of my neck as we kiss.
Pulling me closer to the place I want to be.
The scent of your hair drives me madder than mad.
The rush of horomones that course through my veins.
As my lips find their way the side of your neck.
As my hands find their way to the small of your back.
As our faces touch and we feel what we have.
Mutual feelings of intensity that we cannot describe.
Your voice says you love me.
But your eyes say so much more.
The wall has come down and our feelings are pure.
Time has stopped and I've forgetten the world.
For all that exists at this very moment is us and our love.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
It's starting again
Like a cycle of depressing hopelessness
I'm going through it again
Different name and different face
But the script is still the same
I'm still the villain in this god **** play
And they treat me like a game
Eveytime it's the same
I always lose, so why do I even play?
I'm always forgetten so why do I always recognize your face?
I See you in everything and I know it's not okay
I try to forget you
But I can't bring myself to push you away
I have to bring myself to push you away
So maybe this time I can stay sane
And maybe we can both end up being okay
But I need you now
In this instant
Because it's starting again
I can't sleep
I can't eat
I can't think
I can't feel anything
The numbness is worse this time
It's like I'm color blind and the only time I can see the different shades of light
Is when I'm with you.
But I don't want to hurt you
Like I always do
I have to leave this time
Before I break you too
I have to leave you
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
you liked to swim in waters that were too deep
where my feet couldn't touch the ground
i almost drowned trying to follow you
you liked standing on top of mountains
because you belonged on top of the world
my skin was raw from the sandstone
you live in adventure
and i live in your shadow
the day you leave i'll be stuck here forever
because it seems i've forgetten how to walk on my own
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
The internet is a dangerous place
For the likes of me
Man addicts
My fingers quiver, like on a trigger of a gun
to search or not
anxiety tells me the pain will go away
if I know what you are up to
one more time
find out the latest
and then I'll be satisfied
As my grandfather would tell himself
one more drink and he would stop
and all would be well
All the yous, mind you
Because there have been many
Who I loved as much as
I like my mother
which isn't much
and explains the attraction
Mining my imagination
on a storytelling journey
I could so easily slip
as I become tired
or afraid of this task
or feel unworthy of it
one small click and
I could be gone
I don't need to know anymore about the yous
yes, plural, even though we don't have that in English
There is nothing more to know
Only to replace them with something real
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
Dear Father, You have given me so much, You have blessed me beyond words
With the brothers and sisters in Christ You have provided for me, their words are songs on a record
You knew I needed them, and You brought them in your holy perfect timing
But I won't lie, my hands cover my face to hide my tears, I am ashamed to admit I'm dying
Is it so wrong Lord? That I weep over them? That this is my last year?
Will I be a forgetten memory? Will I even see them again?.. There are countless fears...
What connections will be cut? Will this bring me closer or more apart with them?
Do I dare let go of the place you have called me to go? The place where my faith has increased? They are more precious than gems.
I beg You Lord, I know it's almost half way over, but I know it isn't fully over yet...
But my God, I surrender my fears and these emotions, these people I never want to forget
I treasure them Lord, more then they'll ever know! You know how long I have suffered to FINALLY find true close friends who burn for You!
Please I beg You Abba, don't make this come an end... Allow me to still share some moments with the ones I hold close, you know my desired view
I do not know what the future holds... Only You do... I am lost and in wonder what will happen a year from now, or two, or three, or four, or five.
But... You do, I have no control, I'd be a fool to try to take the wheel... I pray these relationships were meant to last, You used them to keep me alive!
...even if it is the end... I pray Lord You bless them, give them a great long, blessed life... even if it means I must suffer and end up alone...
Protect them, even if it means for me to remove my shield, if it's better Lord for me to remove my self from them for their benefit, I'll gladly accept being disowned
Do Whatever Is Best For Them
Do Whatever Is Best For Me.
Even if it isn't what I desire and long for... Even if it tears me apart the inside out, at least they'll be set free
Lord, I love them with all my might, You know I'd give up anything and do anything for these brothers and sisters in Christ
But Lord, You hold the past, present, and future in your palm, You know what will happen, and I know with You, I don't dare to fight
You have led me to find them, I'd be heart broken to loose them, I give this prayer to you my King, my Shepard, my Father
I don't want to be pulled away from them, please , continue to use me to help their faith become stronger
Dear Savoir, I thank You for the wonderful blessed times I have had with them
It's only through Your mercy and grace I was able to be apart of this beloved churches hem
So God, Allow Me To Thank You Lord Before It's Over...
Because I don't know what the end may bring...
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC