days

every day i pray and talk to the lord, i try to grow in him as much as i can.

everyday i pray, i wisper a litte prayer. God is not like anything else before.

God is always constant and never changes, he accepted me as his child.

There are days that pass and i wonder if he is still there but then i remember

.that in those tough times he is carring me through them with opens arms.

i am here to do what he wants me to and nobody will stand in the way og God.

People say he is not real, but how can you say that when you can look around

and see all the things that God has done.

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