All I have left with was my music,
once that you were gone,
my songs sang of darkness and strife
until one day I saw the light.,
the Lord put his hand on my shoulder
and told me I would be alright.
Psalm 34:18
-
Author:
Summersounds68 (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2024 19:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.