Nicola
Oh how, precious in the Lord’s sight Is the death of His cherished Saints We believed in Your healing Yet you took our Nicola Hearts
Oh how, precious in the Lord’s sight Is the death of His cherished Saints We believed in Your healing Yet you took our Nicola Hearts
O Lord, to be attune to you To hear your heart break For a world going to Hell O Lord, to feel your perpetual pain
Our scientific and costly attempts Proving the existence of God Is to what avail? Wasting more time and money Why not prove another obvious Our
I say, “I’m hurting” You say, “I know” I say, “I’m broken” You say, “I understand” I say, “I’m lonely” You say, “I, too” You
I say, “I’m hurting” You say, “I know” I say, “I’m broken” You say, “I understand” I say, “I’m lonely” You say, “I, too” You
Running through fields of laughter Enjoying its freshness… Soaring the heights of laughter Seeking its horizon… Smelling the flavour of laughter Tasting its succulence… Hearing
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