Wednesday, March 11, 2009

 
Kite fly high..
Kite fly far..
Wind blow hard..
Wind blow strong..
Hold on and pull string will snap..
Let lose string kite fly wild..

Lord..
Teach mi how to fly a kite..
Teach mi how to be a kite flying master..
Lord, fly the kite with mi..

Lord..
I dun wanna cut string away..
I wanna let lose string and wait for e rite time..
Lord teach mi wen is e rite time to pull back e string and not over pull
Lord teach mi how to let string lose little by little and not let kite stop flying..

Lord..
It really pain now..
Full e pain with ur words..
Wipe my tears away with ur mighty soft hand..
Hug mi with ur loving arm..
Kiss mi with ur words of wisdom..

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