SAFETY

Glory LoveWorld

Many Times we've gone the wrong way Many Times we taken the wrong path Many Times our desires has led us so far Far away from safety arms Many Times we've judged things wrong And in ignorance followed our thoughts Many Times we've rushed to deaths door Yet unawares we've waltzed along But for the Mercies of the Lord Who kept the mystery doors shut Shutting the mouth of death himself He rescued us from the jaws to hell Unending has being His covering Protecting us from the camouflaged tomb In His abundant love towards us Has He made light all of our flaws So to Him Give the Praise And to Him bow in Reverence Giving to Him All the Thanks Lifting up Holy Hands For by His Mercies we're not consumed And by His Grace are we delivered Made Alive in Him and forever rescued He Keeps us safe from All Harm Christ Jesus is He we speak of If you're yet to make Him your Lord Today is never late to make Him yours Choosing this day to make your choice Making your choice to start Afresh Starting afresh at the beginning The beginning of the remaining The remaining days of your life. ©heavenly_broadcast # Punchline- So Give Praise to Him, living in awe of Him, who through the years has kept you safe, even when in innocence, you waltzed mindlessly to deaths door Psalm 124:1-3.

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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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