Wise be ond

Black only on the inside of my life, the light of my heart is shining. Wise and blessed to have you, myself no matter who is here blustering. There might I think of you, and I shine on your own, and the road is right. There's a spot on the shoreline; I praise the Lord of Hosts while shining like the most mist gathered. Every time I remember the scary times, it's nothing anymore that my God has made me enjoy. Doing the best thing I've ever seen before, still working in my mind. Am I your butterfly, or am I organized, pressured by the force of the indignant? I praise Jesus, Jesus of the indignant. I glorify the Lord of Hosts while shining like the sun, hidden in silence that it may come now. My name and the prayer—I love this. This is my life and the lifestyle of Hosts while shining. The fear repose, a trodden true story of victory, and my eyes have found that no more, but once again, this war is His life, now and Omega.