Why do I write, you ask? Because I have no one to talk to. No one will listen, no time they say. I live here alone in my monastery As one already in the grave Dead to the world, and forgotten But in you, my Lord, my heart is alive Your love and council keeps me going I hold on tight to my day with you And your love justifies the love of others lost
God said he will never leave us alone. Where you are, God is....!
Somebody is being helped right at this precise moment somewhere.
Thanks for sharing your writings to the World.
Somebody is being helped right at this precise moment somewhere.
Thanks for sharing your writings to the World.
Just,
Pier