As walk past my window,
To try to reach my bed,
I allways stop to rember what went on that day.
My Lord your are more presus than silver,
More werthly that gold,
Of Lord,
You always be the one,
The only one.
Once He came opun us,
Like a sheperd in the wind,
Oh Lord plese come opun your people,
And let us see your face
-By: Daniel Brockhan
No changes have been made since I wrote this when I was very little
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