We are strangers to the people we love but not to the one who forever loves us. Pato...
Arise
Beyond the cracked path Past the sorrowful heart And the broken mind To a mystical life A whole new experience, That Christ offers. Pato..
Live.
At the Grace of God, All is calm and peaceful. Pato.
Venom
Poisonous Is the currency you use To purchase perishables All money can buy All the world feeds Is venom to your life. Living is CHRIST The rest is poisonous Cling on that which is TRUE Pato...
Thorns of a rose.
You are a rose. Your beauty attracts the lost The Fragrance that of Christ And roots firm in the word Every rose has a thorn A weakness, a filth, a nasty situation. But that thorn is not bigger Than a single petal Of the rose You are worthy Knitted fit for God's purpose. The rose…
The Fragrance of Christ 