Life in Technicolor – Mario F. Lawi
He stops in front of you and leaves the rainbow elongated.You slap him with the Holy Spirit before playing the stream to assure his choice on the path which is right to take. His right shoe was torn and his fingers appeared. Look, on the joints of his fingers no dust left to be released. Who pray for your nights with pure air and keep your sleep with holding by kingdom of heaven?
The secret goes back to depth. The road you take is not half the surface. If God never existed, would you still love him? Your donkey wait at the gates of the wrecked old city: Jerusalem is the cry from all nations, the hen that has lost her children. Tears are created to keep you from occasional wrong love, from the joys of the pure returned to the healer. The sound of the forest, the whistle of the bullets, the valleys eroded by the wind, the drops of falling water; by what they describe the sanctuary nimbus behind your head?
In the face of this simple path, you will be fine. The one that spread out front of you is the coarse grass you got conquered by parable.
Source: Mendengarkan Coldplay – Mario F. Lawi
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