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Archief
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Eigen gemaakte creatie
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Dinsdag 7 november 2006
I Dont Wanna Wake
They say dreams are nothing morethan Whispers of the heart
If this is true I pray to never wake
and have reality start
My dream you can not be
for they have never been so sweet
This heart wishes you to hold
and be its every beat
My Prince, each nite you come
to me in every dream
You offer love and warmth
and calm the lonely night screams
You calm my fears
You fill my every need
When you plant
your precious love seed
Time and distance
can not keep us apart
For God had this planned
from our very start
My every tear
from me you take
If this is but a dream
I don't wanna wake
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Dinsdag 7 november 2006
These eyes
These eyes leave one frozen in timethe sincerity generating
stops all in their life's path
They are so deeply penetrating
These are the eyes
that take dream to reality
They could easlily cause
another heart's fatality
One sees two pools
of love and care
Eyes that penetrate the soul
as they stare
Making one feel bare and naked
in their presence
They reach in to touch
one's very essence
These eyes are they
of devil or angel
They cause a heart to soar
or fall and crumble
All reasoning and caution
go to the wind with demise
When held in captivation
and so lost in these eyes
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Dinsdag 7 november 2006
The Missing Piece
It seems no matter
how close I get
The pieces of my puzzle
just never fit
There is always one
that ends up missing
It seems it is not yet
my time of blessing
This road of life
in which I travel alone
is one that I
have always known
I know my Savior
has special plans for me
Plans that will finally
set this heart free
The love contained
in this heart of mine
will shower upon you
But only in His time
So my search for you
now will cease
Knowing God will send
the missing piece.
how close I get
The pieces of my puzzle
just never fit
There is always one
that ends up missing
It seems it is not yet
my time of blessing
This road of life
in which I travel alone
is one that I
have always known
I know my Savior
has special plans for me
Plans that will finally
set this heart free
The love contained
in this heart of mine
will shower upon you
But only in His time
So my search for you
now will cease
Knowing God will send
the missing piece.
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