jeudi 21 octobre 2010


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

My hands are full
But not my cup
I leave that for the Lord
For that`s his sphere.

I`m nothing but his choicest tool
Adoring him at the bus stop
To him for ever I hold up my hands like Ford
Only through him can my coast be clear.

Copyright 2010

1 commentaire:

Mundi Hermann a dit…

that was quite q pious one.10/10