Small Three overrun

The Lord of life blows to me, opens your spring to me dear, I sing in a low voice while the morning light comes, quietly only let you hear. The swan goose flew over me and flew back and forth, arranged in spectacular herringbone, fluttering, free and unrestrained, just like my heart at this time, as broad as heaven and earth. Because of your pitiful heart, you asked the morning sun to come to me from the high sky and lead my feet to the road of peace. How many silent sorrows, how many silent wrath, and how many silent cries have I experienced. The valley is faint and there is no reply, only the gurgling mountain spring comes from the source of living water. When there is no comfort around, when everything is far away from me. Lord, you are still with me, you are still living in my heart, you are still the star of hope that will never fall, always shining in the sky of my heart. Every morning, your love and compassion are so fresh. Although it was rugged and uneven, it was not stumbled; Although there was disappointment, there was no despair. Just because of your constant support and your constant strength in my heart. Because of your encouragement, I dare to despise sorrow. Although passing through the shadow of death, I am not afraid of the darkness. Dear, when you have mercy on me, please kindly ask you to love the people you are asking for. They are all my good teachers and friends. Of course, one of the exceptions was Zhang Yanyan, a stranger thousands of miles away, who was the naked female driver tied to the shame column by the Internet public. Lord, you said you wanted to beg for thousands of people. It was you who gave me a merciful heart and told me not to go with the flow like you. When everyone defeats someone, I will not defeat him; When everyone exclaims Long Live someone, I will not exclaim him. Lord, seeing her, my heart is so painful and heavy. Just like the picture I saw in Japan at the beginning: a naked Chinese woman tied with flowers under the bayonet of Japanese army. Lord, I have no intention to compare netizens to Japanese army, but I believe that teacher Zhang Yanyan didn’t mean to drive a car and hit someone. She mistakenly regarded everyone around her as a junior in a state of extreme collapse, treat the victim girl as the Bastard of the third child. Lord, she was forced to be like that by the evil feelings and selfish desires between her husband and her mistress. Outsiders cannot know the black and white right and wrong between couples. But Lord, as you know, this is a generation of small three overflows, and this is an era of indulging evil feelings and desires. Real estate Launches Small three houses, and the exhibition shows the scenery at the bottom of the skirt; Lord, this is a generation that lacks true love but is extremely sentimental. Almost all products are labeled with love under the banner of love, and all advertising slogans are affectionate, beddings underwear underwear pajamas washing powder range hood are all. Lord, this is also a generation where food safety problems emerge one after another. This is a world full of fraud and honesty trampled. Some people say that there is no God in the world; Others say that God does not care about the life or death of the world. Lord, I don’t believe it. I believe that the whole land has the judgment of the Lord. Five years ago, I met a priest who told me about the marriage of a sister. More than ten years ago, the newly-married sister went to Japan to fight with her husband. She got up early and became exhausted every day, it causes infertility later. After returning home, they lived in Rongcheng. The man invested in real estate and brought back a baby girl one year later, saying that she was adopted from the disaster area. The kind sister believed it to be true, so she raised the child inexplicably and poured all her maternal love into it. Three years later, the man brought back another baby, this time a boy, and even the biological mother of the children came together, which was the mistress of the man outside. At this time, the man showdown to the poor sister: now I have both my children, you should leave the court to judge. The poor sister almost went out of the house. On the day of the court session, I also went there. I saw that poor sister, who was speechless and washed her face with tears; I also saw that treacherous husband and whore who had done everything, showing the expression of the winner, hoping to laugh to the end; I also saw the Sisters of St. John’s Church, all of whom were filled with indignation. I also saw the whole unfair judgment process. Outside the court, I asked the priest: Do you believe in retribution? He said: it will wait until the trial before the white Dabao seat in the afterlife. I said: No! It has come true in this world. In fact, our personal destiny is the same as that of our country, which is doubled every five years. As for individuals, we turn every five years or every ten years. But Lord, how many five or ten years can our life have? No matter how insignificant or small our personal fate is, the weight of pain is as heavy as before. The great nation and the great government can’t share our worries. In front of the huge and ugly small three teams, the law was helpless. In fact, every woman has the chance to be admired by men other than her husband. Every woman has a charming side, just like every woman has a bright eighteen youth. Everyone knows that it is happy to be deeply loved, and everyone knows that secret love is the attractive forbidden fruit hanging on the tree; Everyone knows that the connection between the two is a fascinating moment. But Lord, bless our sisters who share the same faith. No matter how hungry their bodies and bodies are, they are not willing to have sex or do things that harm others and benefit themselves. Facing colorful temptations, their hearts are as pure as lilies and as indestructible as rock. Lord, may your love be like ancient circumcision, cutting off the heaviness of our bodies and the burden of lust, and keeping us forever. So that our hearts can fly freely between your heart like the happy swan goose; So that our emotions can be like chastity childlike, simply bathing in your love. Today, five years later, I met that priest again. I didn’t forget to ask him about that poor sister. Oh, she doesn’t call me pitiful now. She is already a happy sister. The priest said that she had remarried, and a middle-aged widowed university professor had a crush on her, so he could regard her as a treasure. My heart was suddenly enlightened. Then she asked her ex-husband for relevant clues. The priest said, that man’s family had been broken; The real estate was lost, and with a car accident, the mistress died, and died miserably. The corpse was separated, and the man was also paraplegia, A couple of children were fostered in relatives’ homes; Not long ago I went to visit that man, and he was so regretful that he really wanted to relive the old love, but that was never possible; I said to him, no one will wait for you, only the Lord Jesus. After listening to the priest’s words, I was not happy with the disaster, but sincerely praised: The Lord of Heaven and Earth, the father of all people, the source of everything, you are really a real and living God, he is the supreme almighty; What are those dark tricks in front of the wise and bright holy ones? Dear, you love us so much that you love everything. Our personal destiny no matter how tiny or insignificant our personal emotions are, you have never given up. You are so permeating with everything. 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