Treasure Island

Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

A Storm of Life


As the Storm of Life passes me bye,
It makes me think of all of my mistakes and makes me cry.
This is the time in my life that I asked the Lord forgive me and let me join your Eternal Flock,
At this time I know my life will be stable as my foundation of life is on your Rock.
There are times in life it feels like we are going to crash like the Walls of Jericho,
But with the Lord by our side He will never let us crash or let us go.
By the Lord being in my heart it makes my heart joyfully sing.
Because of living a Life of Christ will least what the Eternal Life will bring.

Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 17, 2013
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By Frank Pulver
Mar 6,2011

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