In this world we're sinners
of shameful, sorry sin...

For those of you who don't understand
the Lord our God is real...

To live in a world so hateful
and try to stand out in a crowd...

Iâ??m tired of living
without you...

When you go away
my heart will be weak...

To Satan, you're a chess game
to move and control you like a bunch of pawns on a...

This poem is for my son
precious one...

You are wonderful,
Lord...

So much goes around the web
I get emails everyday...