oh GOD, hear me heal me mold me as I am easy to shape in your hands... design my being and mold my heart and speak thru me Lord Jesus my SAVIOR! Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
wind blowing thru his long brown, strings of hair his thoughts far away thinking over a drink of ocean standing on the end of the pier his thoughts remain his solitude his own no one can take this, he thinks a loud at this moment across the world he too dreams and ponders his own thoughts real time... Sign in to see full entry.
wind blowing thru his long brown, strings of hair his thoughts far away thinking over a drink of ocean standing on the end of the pier his thoughts remain his solitude his own no one can take this, he thinks a loud at this moment across the world he too dreams and ponders his own thoughts real time... Sign in to see full entry.
a lioness, queen of her domain pride broken her cubs gone thier own way.... as she sits panting towards the almighty, setting sun high above the grassy plains she thinks about her powerful son, misty air with warm bursts of wind sky of colors purple, pink with a greenish tent growls and moans from... Sign in to see full entry.