Tuesday, October 18, 2005
My precious sonI hear them screamingI'm watching the face of the enemy beamingBut soon I will clothe you in robes of my ownJesus this hurts me much more then you knowBut this dark hourI must do nothingThough I've heard your unbearable criesThe power in your bloodDestroys all of the liesSoon you'll see past their unmerciful liesLook there below See the childTrembling by her father's sideNow I can tell you whyShe is why you must die -- "Why" by Nicole Nordemanmaybe this is the answer - that it's happening for a greater purpose. though I might not see it right away, all I need is Him.
2:45 PM;
