That it would be of my.......

[octiris]

That it would be of my That it would be of me if you had not reached to me Where it would be today if you had not pardoned to me Would have an emptiness in my heart. Vagaría (i vagabond) without course and direction. If not outside by your grace and your love. If not outside by your grace and your love. It would be like a wounded bird that dies in the ground. It would be like a red deer that rutting by water in the desert. If not outside by your grace and your love. If not outside by your grace and your love.

[octiris]

Perhaps you do not know it, perhaps you you do not imagine it but you have nostalgia of God.
With nostalgia of you, I have seated to cry you and in the border of my life I hope to be able to return to see you I hope to be able to return to love you.
How not to speak of you, like singing for you as if I am in distant strange earth earth.
Like, I am strange earth. i myself I am a strange earth.
like to find you inside, if I am in foreign earth, in strange earth.
Like forgetting to me you, I that in him, although everything has changed at a moment.
With nostalgia of to see you it loses on the inside wanted to me today not to see your heart.
If I move away of you not who I am if I forget you everything to me everything paralyzes loses sense everything sticks to the dust everything becomes to me dark and my voice no longer can cantarte I am in strange earth I am in distant earth strange earth......
with nostalgia of foreign you in............strange earth.

[octiris]

When nobody sees me, in private Where I cannot speak more than the truth Where there are no appearances Where in the open is left my heart There I am sincere, alli my appearance of mercy goes away Alli is your thanks which counts Your pardon which sustains to be standing. And podria not to give the face not outside if because I am had with the grace and the justice of GOD.
If they saw such me as I am, they are enterarian that he is Jesus. What they have seen reflected in my, was only its light. It is by your grace and your pardon, that we can be called instruments of your love. It is by your grace and your pardon, my justice is far from your perfection. And podria not to give the face not outside if because I am had with the grace and the justice of GOD.
If they saw such me as I am, they are enterarian that he is Jesus. What they have seen reflected in my only was its light. It is by your grace and your pardon, that we can be called instruments of your love. It is by your thanks and your pardon, my justice is far from your perfection.