NEWS: Welcome to the new homepage, I've done my best to make it better then the first one and hope you will think so to! The old page is still running and you can find it at link page. But before you go anywere.. make a footprint in the sand and sign the guestbook.
I am realy sorry about all the pop up things on this page.. but you know people.. can't do any better for now..
Living in Gevle right now, life's going pretty well..
Be very blessed! Peace *Anna Sofia*
BOBFEST
Sista Bobfest gjorde sin entre.
Glad att jag offrat alla dessa 6 åren av dom 7 som det blev på att åka på denna underbara festival.
Kommer man inte för undervisningen eller musiken kan bara upplevelsen att i tre dagar leva bland svartkläda människor som benämms som hårdrockare vara en upplevelse..
Glad att det tas upp en uppföljare i Stockholm nästa år, ser med glädje fram emot den.
Hoppas att fler än jag tog och skaffade sig Extols nya skiva som verkligen är Guld värd! *tack*
WITH LOVE: Det är snart höst och passar på att tacka alla underbara vänner för att ni bara finns där när livet går upp och ner... en största klem på er! Live in the light of him*
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Grace
I saw a gims of you in the frosen morning hour.
a tip of sunlight and the foretaste of your power.
Iheard a shadow of your true voise.
as I knew this step would be the settlement of my own choise.
Before this precipice of my ignorance.
I still choose to take a step outside this fence.
your holy presence shake my ground.
I have no more feelings, not lost, not found.
and in this early morning I finally take a stand.
the oceans roar, my destanations the holy land.
while angels danceing I bow my knees.
the trees rejoysing, my heart in your silent peace.
I see no ground beneath my feet.
but still I have no fear of what I'll meet.
I see your eyes before my own.
I think this view will chrunch my bone.
outside the fence I see I'm hole.
I'm no more skin and bone, he's filled my soul.
I'll leave the place I'd called my home.
to bow and worship before his throne.
a true contrast of my former grave.
in a endless falling, not lost, but saved
(C).Anna Frisk
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