The Chill Winds of Sth
Something that should be addressed Seeing my brother's and sister's blown about Sadly by every wind of doctrine So close my tears would drop upon your dead face but my fear is you can’t feel mine How will you ever feel His My longing is He is standing right in front of you when will you ever ask Him what truth is
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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