Issac writes

o Baby how can i gift you thee,  a fragrant fully grown rose Bud,  my empty wallet produces no money,  you want a rose, say no no no,  a rose for you, a rose for me,  lets plan it out some other day,  so what can we do today,  i have a plan for you and me,  exchange the red in you and me,  you give me your heart,  i will give you mine.......

Beautiful saviour, king of creation,  son of God and son of man,  truly i would love you, truly i would serve you,  o Jesus, my Lord , my God! You are my Lord,  who love me through, all times whether Good or bad,  you are my Lord , who walk with me,  in this journey called Life.   My soul would sing, your glory and your love,  my hunger and thirst are,  filled with the water, of your holy spirit....   The Holy spirit of you, is the light of my life,  and you are my friend forever.....   Beautiful s aviour, lord of the lords,  son of God, o son of man,  glory and Honour , praise and worship,  now and forever be yours.......!

You see a Beautiful damsel....you cannot help but just stare at her... You become friends...as time passes you become the best of Friends...you forget the fact that your friend is a beauty and u treat her like any other girl.....you don't try too much....but an odd beautiful moment comes in your life...when she gets too near you and her face is clearly visible with her pinkish lips...and you realize oh Fish she is Gorgeous you get tempted and it Happened... She slaps you and says what did you do...you have tasted my lips........we are just friends.....you winked and said.... Just complimented you Dear........ You see a Beautiful damsel....you cannot help but just stare at her... You become friends...as time passes you become the best of Friends...you forget the fact that your friend is a beauty and u treat her like any other girl.....you don't try too much....but an odd beautiful moment comes in your life...when she gets too near you and her face is clearly visibl...

O Cutie I meditate on you in the, mid hours of the winter Nights, and you fill the Pages of your diary thinking of me, o Cutie i meditate on you in the, morning hours as the sun rises, and you think of me all day long, waiting for my call, to love someone is something, to be loved by someone is another thing, but to Love and to be loved back by your Love means, everything........ Issac

From the Depths of my despair i call to you, Lord. Hear my cry, o Lord, listen to my call for help! If you kept a record of our sins, who could escape being condemned ? But you forgive us, so that we should stand in front of you, i wait eagerly for Lord's help and in his word i trust, O MCYM trust in the Lord because his Love is eternal, his Love is constant........