Monday, January 28, 2019

Poem written by Elder Pew sent to his mom

He was despised
That's how he met his demise
Not because of any stroke of luck
Because of the lives he touched
He went about doing good
And in the end he stood
He stood for me
Across the sea
He died for me
His life you see
Was for you and me
So to you I plea
Do it for him
Do it for them
As they would feel
The love that is real
Our purpose is clear
To friends far and near


Come into Christ 

April 22nd, 2019 Sleepyhead - Passion Pit

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