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one Touch
I lost that feeling,
the sweet touch of love,
touch of life,
one touch,
just this time,
I promise you will never regret
On the edge of a wistful cliff I lay in sobriety,
yelling in awe of the lord,
one touch,
just one touch lord,
this one time
I'm dressed in sacks of repentance,
painted with ashes of my inadequacy,
soaked with tears of my sorrows,
I bring before you my overflowing basket of sin,
your eyes can't behold,
just one look of mercy,
your forgiveness have no limit,
I beg for it,
this one time,
Just this time,
just one touch
I'll remain in my mud of cries,
till I feel that one touch
Just one touch and I'll be whole
Just
one
Touch.
the sweet touch of love,
touch of life,
one touch,
just this time,
I promise you will never regret
On the edge of a wistful cliff I lay in sobriety,
yelling in awe of the lord,
one touch,
just one touch lord,
this one time
I'm dressed in sacks of repentance,
painted with ashes of my inadequacy,
soaked with tears of my sorrows,
I bring before you my overflowing basket of sin,
your eyes can't behold,
just one look of mercy,
your forgiveness have no limit,
I beg for it,
this one time,
Just this time,
just one touch
I'll remain in my mud of cries,
till I feel that one touch
Just one touch and I'll be whole
Just
one
Touch.
Published 28th Sep 2014
| Edited 28th Mar 2017
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29th Sep 2014 2:04pm
29th Sep 2014 3:56pm
lols
That of the Holy Ghost-any other one is exceptional. "Hell is real, fire is proven"...kendrick
thenx for ya comment...
That of the Holy Ghost-any other one is exceptional. "Hell is real, fire is proven"...kendrick
thenx for ya comment...
1st Oct 2014 7:15am
1st Oct 2014 7:59am
not a touch to be felt of the rotting sinews,
nor a touch to be felt in the blackness of heart,
nor a touch to slay or redeem you,
but a touch in fact more of a lark,
his touch, of the child who sees but innocence,
before the world conceived of sin,
rejoice, a seed reborn within you,
kingdom of love will let you in
nor a touch to be felt in the blackness of heart,
nor a touch to slay or redeem you,
but a touch in fact more of a lark,
his touch, of the child who sees but innocence,
before the world conceived of sin,
rejoice, a seed reborn within you,
kingdom of love will let you in
1st Oct 2014 11:47am
A kingdom of unconditional love
A throne of mercy
A graceful clouds raining down rains of satisfaction...
it dyes our thirst
it quenches our urge
it purges our hearts of sin
Thats how his touch feels like,
Just one of it, and an infinite mysterious feeling overtakes us
takes the wheel and drives us to eternal rest
Just one Touch
tenqQue RIKKRUE for the inspiration drop
A throne of mercy
A graceful clouds raining down rains of satisfaction...
it dyes our thirst
it quenches our urge
it purges our hearts of sin
Thats how his touch feels like,
Just one of it, and an infinite mysterious feeling overtakes us
takes the wheel and drives us to eternal rest
Just one Touch
tenqQue RIKKRUE for the inspiration drop
2nd Oct 2014 10:50am
one drop to quench the thirsting desert
of souls yearning for their peace
a drop that forms a pool there
to evaporate release
then rise as mist ascending
unto Heaven there to find
that cloud which then embraced us
in the mercy of HIS mind
Pure of heart are those whose washed in Hid rain
of souls yearning for their peace
a drop that forms a pool there
to evaporate release
then rise as mist ascending
unto Heaven there to find
that cloud which then embraced us
in the mercy of HIS mind
Pure of heart are those whose washed in Hid rain
sit next to him in heaven,
heirs to his throne as he promised his children,
believe in him; rekindled by a touch,
saved at last,
crowned with him in glory,
like the touch of dew; rising later through transpiration..
incense of sacrifice rising in aroumatic flavour to the king,
His touch makes us worthy livite,
access to his alter,
beyond the torn cotton,
a priest communicating with God,
God speaks back with a touch!!!
heirs to his throne as he promised his children,
believe in him; rekindled by a touch,
saved at last,
crowned with him in glory,
like the touch of dew; rising later through transpiration..
incense of sacrifice rising in aroumatic flavour to the king,
His touch makes us worthy livite,
access to his alter,
beyond the torn cotton,
a priest communicating with God,
God speaks back with a touch!!!
