To: Pegita
When my last hour cometh, fraught with strife and pain,
When my dust returneth to the dust again,
On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife,
Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.
216 posted on
03/25/2005 5:03:02 AM PST by
Velveeta
(Lord, hear our prayer.......Terri is thirsty)
To: Velveeta
217 posted on
03/25/2005 5:03:50 AM PST by
tiredoflaundry
(My quaker parrot can talk, can Your honor student fly?)
Good morning everyone. Did I just see the appeal was denied?
To: Velveeta
my soul is restless and my mind is tired
at the brink of falling apart
but you shook the world and left it breathless
just to fix whats wrong with my heart humble me now, whatever it takes
pride is the noose at the end my my rope
cut me away from it,
so all i can cling to is you
my only hope
[snip]
my soul is aching and my mind is tired
the war rages and im in the dark
but you shook the world and left it breathless
just to fix what's wrong with my heart
please fix my heart
Breathless
(Angie Paris)
243 posted on
03/25/2005 5:14:52 AM PST by
shezza
(Eagles Up!)
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