Lord who am I without you?
Just a whisper on the wind
a broken piece of timber
a rolling stone
no use at all
You fill my heart
my soul
my mind
strangely usefull once again
a soul that calls your name
a might oak
Branches raised
to praise your name
a mountain that must be climbed
so I can touch your
HOLY FACE
no description
webster has
for what my heart desires
stand before all nations
and sing of your marvelous grace
If only I a whipper whill
whom one stops
to listen still
they will hear
and know in brief
that you are God
and you alone
can save a heart
Jehovova Rohi
save thier Souls
Sasa Smith
© October 4, 2007
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