"The Almighty"
I sing because He gave me strings. I breathe because He gave me wind. I wish it was Him when the telephone rings. He is real, He's not just a facebook trend. He is always there even when you can't feel Him. He is your Father and most of all your Saviour. He will love you for each and every limb. And He will try to complete any favour.
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