Heaven, by George Chow
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When the world is noisy and unkind,
I thought heaven's peace and chances to see Holy loves me.
When the world is dangerous and selfish,
I thought heaven's order and how there is my day to meet
her.
When the world is ill and distrust,
I thought heaven's Father the way He gave me divines of
time.
When the world is a lie and greedy,
I thought heaven's virtue and Angels' duty obey the laws.
When the world is stress and tired,
I thought heaven's Jesus for the food He gave and His faith. |
Posted: 2016-03-04 00:10:08 UTC |
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