Gospel

Lay my hair upon your swift to make manifest the beauty in your heart. Echo the melodies that storms your heart but not as Delilah. That we will all worship in the heart and not as the virgins on the street. In purity they do all things and in Sin their faith is greater. In the close of their faces they put knife on our throats to accept their god. Can God be fight for, in their hearts kingdom expansion they forward. Save me saviour not to be in their nest and grant me the courage to be firm for you. That I propagate the gospel of Christ forever.