A man in Gods shop

Its another birthday for you. God picked another petals on your flower, wishing your flowers may bloom for year. Many Many Happy returns of the day
Learn the richness of solitude and quiet. That ‘still small voice’ is yearning to be heard.
Can you see me? no? Turn around, can you see me now? no? Turn again, can you see me now? I can see you because you have a special place in my heart!
Problems are like washing machines. They twists us, spin us and knock us around, but in the end we come out cleaner, brighter and better than before.
Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.
Our hearts still ache in sadness, And secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know.
Its another birthday for you. God picked another petals on your flower, wishing your flowers may bloom for year. Many Many Happy returns of the day
Learn the richness of solitude and quiet. That ‘still small voice’ is yearning to be heard.
Can you see me? no? Turn around, can you see me now? no? Turn again, can you see me now? I can see you because you have a special place in my heart!
Problems are like washing machines. They twists us, spin us and knock us around, but in the end we come out cleaner, brighter and better than before.
Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.
Our hearts still ache in sadness, And secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know.
Its another birthday for you. God picked another petals on your flower, wishing your flowers may bloom for year. Many Many Happy returns of the day
Learn the richness of solitude and quiet. That ‘still small voice’ is yearning to be heard.