Oh Praise Him.
Let all things their Creator bless,
and worship him in humbleness,
O praise him, Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
and praise the Spirit, Three in One
posted by ~kris @ 3:20 AM
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My other life. The one that only exists in the universe of my mind. It's called "Imagination". I write what goes on in my imagination, my Emotions and my Soul completely completely influence it. I write what I feel, I question what I feel.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
and worship him in humbleness,
O praise him, Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
and praise the Spirit, Three in One
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- Name: Kris
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