Sunday, July 08, 2007
i am running back,
running back for someone.
at the doorway,
there was a figure.
my father,
i cried out.
opened my hands,
let me embrace into your everlasting love.
i was wrong,
i forsake you.
now i repent,
and seek your fogivness.
all that i need is to ask,
and i will receive.
Amen.
destroy the silence {11:13 PM}
