Christeaster Christians Without real meaning Twice a year Find their way home Christer Christians In their presence being Bubbled in their tears Feel lost and alone
Miracles prayed for Without believing Find their own way Hitting hard without courage There must be more Despite the deceiving Can it be felt today Lived in hope we encourage
Finding steps to declare And believe in something pure Holding hands reaching high Surrendering to God above Finding our way back to square Despite all things we endure Giving up on what is passing by We learn to live again walking in love
Stuck in Sydney and posting old photos I've taken with various camera phones over the years. To make it more interesting, now in Black and White with sarcastic commentary.
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 