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Crooked vision


Sometimes I think I don't see because what I see is not what I want to see but someone once told me that a Crooked vision breathes crooked decisions He could exchange your two eyes with his foresight if you let him Stop calling yourself filthy sinner or titles like brutal brick, you are not a distraction Nor scattered debris You see As insane as it may sound Christ was broken for you so that your pieces may gather together beautifully for his glory May we gather together beautifully for his glory because I, I'm built of you and you were built for me His church And he will grant us the Grace to walk by faith and not by our own sight Always remember this The image you bear is bigger than any profile that you can picture yourself in......
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