fighting darkness
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Every Christian has a different burden that they carry many of them forget that there is a sweet anointing in the sanctuary that there is a stillness in the atmosp
My home
Beautiful seasons of crimsons and greens
Vast blue seas
I’m sorry
Our greedy hands
Ripped through your trees
Poisoned your air and clear waters
And brought fire into your sky
As times to come are seen from heav'n above,
As life's pasture of green is burning bright,
When eyes of men so keen do nothing miss,
When hearts of gold are gleaned in dying night,
