Talking to my self with you

There is a cost to get to God?

But how much are you willing to give up?

When He didn`t asked for your Money

He only ask for your Faith

But the little we give him, the clock stop used our hand

To tell time

 Our patience didn’t have time to wait for us

When the bad we see in our self, is not good enough to be good

We caution our own Path, to be afraid of the journey

He has already written

Because being perfect is record never to be broking

How far will we achieve sin to be the winner?

When we all won

God Love is more then just to live

But we don`t see it

Our free will is what death dies for, to live  

 When Life was tempted in our eyes, to see in the flesh our desire was pressure with the world

But the earth was a gift

Like A thief we stole what already was giving to us

And we still don’t understand life

When we question God authority

We become afraid to follow him, and God don`t follow know one