A year's journey has passed the love of our Lord.
Too many blessings from God.
He has always been with me in difficult days.
He taught me to sing on a stormy night.
Lord's grace is like a clear spring of mountains and rivers.
Come into my life all the time
The love of the Lord is like a big river.
Drowning my life
At this moment, I just want to say to the Lord
I want to live for you all my life.
At this moment.
I just want to say to God.
I want to live for you all my life.
Poems praising hometown
Conte de printemps
Author/Sean
Comments/Shi Weibo
The story begins with the ridge at the head of the village.
My poem is like a newborn coconut.
The years in the south are heavy and boiling.
Rush out of a shallow pool of youth
The clothes of rubber trees are covered with seaweed.
My gentle touch is like looking through an annual ring.
The sadness she exudes is elusive.
Betel nut leaves are plump and shiny.
Rubbing the sun, I was surprised at his unhurriedness
The story of spring is still in summer.
Autumn and winter are still in the far north.
My story is far from over.
Fruit rolling down the ridge.
My future poem, its voice
When the fruit falls to the ground.
There are similarities between father and son.