Without Stress
Speechless in ma
contenance.....
With joy of so many days in
ma cahtarats,i found a
pleasant time with whom i
may call.....
With mercy and grace ma
time prevailed,,,
With so many set aside
race,ma testimonies most
heart inhale.....
What a God i serve,ma
history became every mout
tale.....
Things fell apart,with mercy
and grace i have them
back..........
Many songs i wrote in
pains,,different speech i
made out of waste
haste,,,with agony i was face
paste ...... so many heart
make fame in their
shame,but i made mine out
of HIS NAME.....Mercifull
God,what a love giving,mercy
showing,path laying,history
making,bad changing
God you are....
With wealth,health,fame,am
made new...,thank you God.....I
found YOU
Copyright © Kayzen Daramola | Year Posted 2012
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