Treasure Island

Gregory PierreJerome


Past Unlocks Future


Past Unlocks Future

Past unlocks Future

The birds fly in the sky
the water flows down the valley
The mountains open wide
Nature feels free

the trees are green
The ocean is clear and blue
Nature feels free
I have no fear for my pass will be free

Love and faith is what it takes
Through the caring and touch of God I'll make my way
nature becomes free
in Jesus name my future is free
thanks to God past is gone and forgotten

Submitted: Tuesday, June 01, 2010

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (5/4/2011 6:30:00 AM)

    Through the caring and touch of God I'll make my way...

    Good transition of a soul from darkness to light. Run with belief, will attain the goal one day.
    Regards,
    pranab (Report) Reply

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