We can’t escape
Our past mistakes
The sun, the rain
Touch every face
(grace is wider than the sky)
Where cursed or blessed
You bring Your rest
(still His patience covers all)
Thus in my shame
I must confess...
(someday we will understand...)
(...that we are all the same)
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion
2015 • The Paragon Trisagion