Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump. . . *beee—p* . . . Thump-thump
There is a beat in all of us.
A melody, a song
Each day a new verse is written
Some days we can't find our rhythm
Our mind and heart loses the beat.
But down the road to the chorus
We hear the symphony.
People hear our melody.
They clap at our Crescendo,
And ponder in our decrescendo.
Our music isn't always pleasant to the ear.
But in the end of the day we all have a song to sing
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Poems from the Dead
PoezjaThis book is filled with all the poems my dead soul wrote when I didn't have Jesus. I felt the need to share these because I know what it's like to feel lost and confused. But I also know what forgiveness feels like and I've seen how God can change...
