Treasure Island

Didith Marcelo

(January 1,1989 / Phillippines)

Do They Know About It?


Oh love, oh love, oh love!
Your grace shed in everyone on us,
Does everybody knows about it,
Or few only? As the prophesy need to be fulfilled,

Oh love, oh love, oh love!
Why do they need to be born,
If they are only destine for damnation?
Does everybody knows about it,
Or few only? As the prophesy need to be fulfilled,

Oh love, oh love, oh love!
Everybody has its own purpose,
As you established before they were born,
Do they know about it,
Or only few of us who knew?
And how many of us doing the purpose of your kingdom?

Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014

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