desarey

About me:

Days come and go, minutes become the past, for a world that became so cold to Gods love and remembering him now, forever in the begining, and in the past I hold his heart in mine and my heart is consilled with a promise my spirit is his for the keeping as a covenent my faith. Daddy's Keeping me protected, with his fuiry he'll come in the storm and wind, drys my eyes never left neglected. I stand in his name wish people could love and know God the same. Understand that God's heart is the earth when it is kurupted to the ends of its days. It's the pain reflected from his painful tears, emosions seeping through the ground, flooding and storming from his children who lost his love, voice and his very sound.