Lost

All is gone. Desparacy born Confidence torn. Sin dresses like a gown Feeling lonely and down. Impurity and sickness a sea where you drown. But when we meet CHRIST's crown, In perfect light we are grown Pato.

Life of Christ, Is never seasonal It can never have turmoil But serenity In Christ is the only place Where we breathe, Truly live and have joy. Christ helps us close our eyes in contentment And belief of settlement. He is my God. Make him urs today. ~pato.