Dry all the tears
Waddle through the hospital halls, don't fear anything or anyone it's a child to hold and love! Grip the tenements of your faith, judge no one less you be judged, scream to the high Heavens .
Grip the Creme of Wheat
For sure the city is unmerciful, the world too, beset by natures wrath, with our will we move forward, we do care but were spilling over with lies, contempt, or just deceit I cannot undo, always
Hills to climb! Grass to Cut!
Oh! My mother sure as a rock, unwavering in strength and faith, perpetuating the Catholic faith at 85, Strong as we are, contemplating , always contemplating our life, our soul eloquently
Placed before our feets
Walking in the midst of the duldrum and lost soul we are one to be placed high. On high through our will to fall lowly to the floor and ask forgiveness, cold heart are you fading? Does your rhyth
Continuing to the Dreams Edge
Denying ourselves sleeves of tears, washing, and Washing the dirt from our soul, coupled to the mercy received, the mercy given, my shadow is still there, break my sorrow, break my pain, shatter
My sin too, Your sin, be Gone
Through singing and prayer pushe d forward too, to forgiveness, in us always belittle us not you wretched devil, We Will the Christ, God, Mary into our minds for the cleansing, Life, I breathe Li
I breathe Life
Breathe in the Eucharist! ( Father Pacwa EWTN. )