Gods grants grace,
I was told to write.
He blesses some with flight.
All his gifts
from well above,
he grants his grace with delight!!
Yet again,
his light shines,
and awes us with his might.
His blessing are but nothing new,
Just listen
and you will find him.
QQQ
should shake things up,
Its the ol’ triple truple.
When things get messy,
they stir things up,
Nostradamus new the trouble.
For those that care,
or want to hear,
what god has said to me.
I’m afraid I cant,
that’s quite impossible,
I’m just a ghost that been filled with glee.