What a journey

As i started my journey called life
a lot of things i've encountered along my way
some good things some bad
but the best thing that ever happened to me
was when i started falling in love...

Gone are my younger days
where i used to cry when teased by my peers
the child you used to know is now a lady
a simple gal---that's what i am.

Never did i forget to give thanks to God
for every good things that came into my life
what i like most was when He gave to me the man of my dreams
my honey, my husband---the only love of my life

As we started our journey towards a successful married life
trials, hindrances, difficulties came along our way
still we hold on to our promises:
for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health
till death do us part, swear to God!


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Keep it up! Continue sharing and postimg!
Be regular and God bler u more!

Life is a Journey
From once proximal end to other.
Life is a Journey
You are the traveller.
Life is a Journey
Your thoughts directs, Your way in the journey.
Your virtue will be the fodder for your thoughts
Which directs your way in the journey
Life is a Journey unpredictable journey where
You can't predict when you will start the
Journey and end the journey.
Life is a Journey and the time taken in the journey
is the only time for you to reach your destiny.
Life is a Journey Unavoidable journey.
The way in which you want, you may travel and the
Way in which you will travel will show your destiny
And so, try to travel in the way by which you can reach
Your destiny.

Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?

Alas, poor mortal, void of story!
Go spell and read how I have killed thy King.

Poor Death! And who was hurt thereby?
Thy curse being laid on Him makes thee accurst.

Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die;
These arms shall crush thee.

Spare not, do thy worst.
I shall be one day better than before;
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.

Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.

Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead
Unto a place where is no rest.
Poor priest thus am I dressed.

Only another head
I have, another heart and breast,
another music, making live not dead,
without whom I could have no rest:
In him I am well dressed.

Christ is my only head,
My alone only heart and breast,
My only music, striking me even dead;
That to the old man I may rest,
And be in him new dressed.

So holy in my head,
Perfect and light in my dear breast,
My doctrine tuned by Christ, (who is not dead,
But lives in me while I do rest)
Come people; Aaron's dressed.