But He always sees
And that I forget
And in the heat of the sun
In the middle of Africa
In a dry land
He makes a way
And it does not escape His notice.
And He loves.
But He always sees
And that I forget
And in the heat of the sun
In the middle of Africa
In a dry land
He makes a way
And it does not escape His notice.
And He loves.
Beautifully said.
Thank you for saying so.
He is Love.
Indeed.
Simply and undeniable. The best way to reach the heart and soul.