Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptation so
Now won't you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord
Where could I go oh where could I go
Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Won't you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so dear
Comfort I get from God's own word
Yet when I face that chilling hand of death
Won't you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord
Where could I go but to the Lord
Where could I go oh where could I go
Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Won't you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord
About the Creator
Kallie Venturini
Integrity-doing the right thing when no one is looking.
💗Living life like a rich 1940s housewife, in an elegant black and white movie, falling in love with Elvis in every lifetime. Singing American Standard's for eternity.
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A blue bird in my heart
There’s a blue bird in my heart, it’s wants to come out. But can I handle the songs it will sing, I’m not sure so I keep it cage up deep within me. Theres a blue bird in my heart, it pulls on my strings and wants me to sing its songs of love and grief. Blue birds are magical and deep, sometimes I want to fly and sing. But I keep the blue bird locked deep inside of me . For it knows songs of my soul I’m not ready to sing. There’s a blue bird in my heart who is waiting on me to let it free. Maybe I will one day, let it free, let it sing, let it be. I’ll always have blue birds deep inside of me.
By Kallie Venturiniabout a year ago in Poets
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