Life is lame. But who to blame? If you have no fame In your loved game. But look at Christ, and let him Tame Because he knows your name. And with Him, nothing remains the same. For within, a glowing flame. ~pato.
Worth meditation.
Dear Me, Your face is torn. Who sipped out your strength. Your fair hands sin stained and faithless feet soiled. When will this end, dear me? The hustles, faith in the perishing, trust in the soon decaying. You got to stop this suicide. Do you know? Some one says you are worthy and precious? Someone…
The Fragrance of Christ 