I knew you once but in Paradise, If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face.
I knew you once but in Paradise, If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face.
Fear deathto feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet t.
Where is the loved one's face?
Creation purged o' the miscreate, man redeemed, A spittle wiped off from the face of God
Thy soul is in thy face.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories