Remorse I'm not saying let yourself get worse But don't let yourself feel any worse

Remorse I'm not saying let yourself get worse But don't let yourself feel any worse

A Creature Without Fear A creature without fear She sees the night as bright as day She smells prey afar She stalks and she crouches And without warning she lunges Her agile frame propels her massive bulk With grace as if effortless She changes direction with ease at top speed Her head steeped low and her eyes sharp with focus Her whole being, poised for the kill Because this is what God made her A killer, a deadly beast

Although Though the fig tree may not blossom, Nor fruit be on the vines Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls

The Sweat Of My Perseverance He does not ignore the sweat of perseverance, He is the rewarder of my diligence