We don’t need to swim in these streams anymore it’s time that we sink deep into the sea of the Fathers love
I feel the rope from the anchor of hope, wrapped around me and I’m going down I’m drowning in Your sea of love, I’m sinking in Your grace and I’m going down..
"it may be over for us
but seasons change
they change for a reason
with the autumn leaves that fall down
i wrote your name across them all
so you’d know that i’m here with you
and the spring is coming soon, my friend.."
"Nino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations. 1 - he didn’t get the photo. 2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away… but he caused a crash. When he came to, he’d lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who too him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin. Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who’ll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy."