Pain brings sin.

Judge me for who I am not wat I wear.

Lord here is my sin.

Read.

We speak of a heaven
After we are gone,
Or a hell of damnation
Second to none …..

Poem from 2004, sinners escaping the world.

We all today are remembering the death of Christ to cleanse us and give us new life. Nothing can be used to explain the love of God the Son to die a shameful death to save sinners. We remember how He suffered on the Cross to set us free from our sins.

What big brothers do for little sisters.

About a perfect girl.

Poetry.