Church
The angelic tones of those who worship the
most high... Rise above all odds thorough
the tombstone where he once lied.
3 days for him to rise what a surprise
whom I've worshiped the most high..
Above all odds the doves fly as high as
a kite through the sins lies im afraid to die.
A white light shines through the darkness
when we die, but truly who has seen my
white light.... Church songs, gatherings
, tears flowing, death, angels its all the same,
as long as we worship his name...
A sense of relief, sense of courage once
relieved my pain, but not reading the
bible, and missing church i remember all the pain...
Copyright © Autumn Scruggs | Year Posted 2017
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