"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me."
I never knew I'll be a lover of a stoned palace-like this
Full of efflorescence in different colors and symbols
Full of unknown history dwelt in a variety of paintings
And it's a beauty to find that a cross is in front of me
People may be a sheep disguised as a wolf
Full of pride, chin up, full of gold
But they bow before the Cross, and their fur is shredded into pieces
They may look down at people but His Eye will never look at them the same
There are broken people, once they sat and hear a melody...
Oh! Full of cries! Full of pain! And they uncover it before the Cross
There are smiling people, who even smile with pain
But the Cross knows what they are, and what to gain
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
