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Chosen


The day I almost broke I held my head up to the sky I fell down to my knees and was asking God why. Why is it that he chose me how did he know I wouldn't break, how did he know I was strong enough to carry out this task with so much at the stake? That's when he said my child I am the one that made you, I know what you can do, Iam the most high this is a gift I have bestowed to you. Now get up off your knees and hold your head up proud, tune out all the nay Sayers and stand out from the crowd. You have to spread the message and spread the love in all you do I am your creator I formed you inside your mother's womb. I see you in all your glory and I have noticed your unwavering faith now go and lead by the example the world is yours to take ~ I love you unconditionally
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