simple
March11
There isn’t much fanfare.
No pyrotechnics display.
No cheering crowds.
No light shining down from heaven.
Seems like the simplest of miracles;
Yet the most powerful.
Thousands of years of waged wars;
Defied in a split second.
The son comes home to the father.
No pyrotechnics display.
No cheering crowds.
No light shining down from heaven.
But yet unseen by naked eyes;
The whole heaven rejoices.
The whole heaven rejoices.
nope. that ain’t simple to understand what you’re talking about. and dammit, he has become a sophis.
darn you deleted my comments :P… nvm
i will say it again its just *awesome*
and please slow down…so that i can catch up…
argh procrastinating on doing this…
soon!! soon!!! i shall…. meanwhile i beg you dont be so great so fast
:) tell you something, tho. this ‘bench’ thing is making you something of a writer. or maybe cos you get to think quite a bit – which can’t be all that bad. . ;) this one’s pretty. *thanks*
Let not the tongue hold back the words.
Let not the hand hold back the thoughts.
Let not the heart hold back the emotions.
Let the tongue pour out the thoughts.
Let the hand write the words.
Let the eyes do the talking.
Hi
Great content, I’ve been inspired by you guys to write stories with my son, its been great fun and we’ve both enjoyed it so much. That we puttogether a blog to post them on, have a look let me know what you think.
http://storiesformychildren-pete.blogspot.com
Cheers
Pete