On drops water drops rain...,the bitter memories of opting out in the way of my life. the bitter memories of opting out in the way of my life when all was in leave it to the Lord, then writing the desire to always be brave and strong.
Don't let yourself crashing sense of despair, because life now is full of trials and difficulties. Â there's something that can be achieved easily.
I write down the time of Palopo in the rain....a cut above the rubble of life. The Lord did not let grief throughout the season after hardship there is always ease,the light of the sun will be the comforter of hearts. The love of a beautiful melt in the temple of the empty. Rain wrote the story of a thousand love and infinite overflow of sense if gratitude is a prayer.
When only silence and the effort to live a better day. Work and do sincere for the country is a runaway dear...here's the word my heart waited the rain subsides.
*Palopo 29 Mei 2017
