Which hope we have, as the anchor of the soul......................................... Sing it or Recite it (poem of psalms) This world is not my own Heaven is my only home All these seeds i have dared and sown Its because here(on earth) I was birth and grown So everywhere (like the river) I wish I had flown A place of fun, trial and pun Path of nun, trail of the sun Chasing fate and yet little faith Wishing for manna, yet no manners I guess fraud would do more honour Dying are the many working for money The chaste are scantily gloomed in beauty Bcos of the cosmetic world is all made up Should I not chase pretty girls Here they are, arrayed like pearls A sexual relationship by this time won't hurt At my age, isn't it worth? After-all, I have health and wealth. BUT: Which hope we have in Jesus, as the achor of the soul: So sure and steadfast What at all can separate us from the love of God? On what else is our faith built than the solid Rock? Wh
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