I bought the world and sold my heart You traded heaven to have me again Bridge Find me here at Your feet again Everything I am, reaching out, I surrender Come sweep me up in Your love again And my soul will dance On the wings of forever ...
as the drumming quickened, her face grew soft and pliable, gentle and smiling, and then wickedly smiling as she swept over to Mumblingore and, sighing and moaning, she parted his black cappa clausa and reached into the folds of his yellow breeches. Mumblin...
is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon...