Woorden: Antestor. Grief.
Sometimes I cry in grief
Not for the dead that once surrounded me
Or for the sadness that comes to me
When I am lonely
But I cry
For those who have chosen a life without Christ
There are twelve months
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
But it takes just one second to answer Him
And receive eternal peace
Not for the dead that once surrounded me
Or for the sadness that comes to me
When I am lonely
But I cry
For those who have chosen a life without Christ
There are twelve months
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
But it takes just one second to answer Him
And receive eternal peace
Antestor
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