Apr 27, 2005 00:35
Filing in and out they go why it happens nobody knows. Myabe time for new fruit to bear. I will be faithful nomatter where. A time has come for new beginnings and new growth. I pray that i clothe myself correctly as these seasons change.
Time for new things
Time for new prosperings
Out with a shout
And through with an offering
Let me be a pure bank from it to flow
In the future this will be my foundation from long ago