Now, of late I have been doing lots of school work. I have over 12 assignments due in the next 2 weeks! The other day we went caving to anyone who knows me, this is a strange thought. For the sake of those who don't know, I'm claustrophobic. But I still did it, and I'm alive, so, maybe caves aren't tooo dangerous...
Now, I believe I owe you all some poetry.
Here we go...
His Hands
The hand's that grasped at,
His mother's arms were tender,
Hands so small,
Mary did you ever,
Wonder what those hands,
Had come to do/
The hands of a carpenter would,
One day lift us up and should,
We sin again He would,
Banish our sins for good.
The hands that held our sins were pierced,
Nailed to the cross by our rage so fierce.
Now... the one you've been waiting for...
The Path Through the Trees
Annette went to a tunnel,
She had to find Maria,
To free her from prison
To free her from her sister.
Meanwhile, Lydia worked hard,
She turned into a farmer,
She then thought of Annette,
And decided to find her.
Namarie!
