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he said to them I am the way, the light, we walk in darkness with unseen hands that are misleading and foolish, the things that are desired we accept rather than taking hold of the hand that has blindly offered

we fall in pits that are surrounded by guilt, sin, and mourn which is simply normal because we're sinners but why not fall into the hands of our creator that will not only make you stumble but give you a way out of temptation that offers the gift to be humble.

we find comfort in the mythomaniac when the truth is kindly whispering to our hearts. 

May you're lives be lifted and full of glory, may you try to find peace within you're circumstances, may you try to make up for the time you tried without the spirit that is holy. 

I pray O father I fall on my knees not only to weep but to spit out the words thank you instead of may you's 

you're heart is pure and fulfilling.. when someone curses your name.. you don't expect me to fight with strong hands.. you expect me to use my weapon that are words to pray for their soul to reach the light you've separated from darkness

I’ve learned to leave the thoughts of a child behind me to reach the level of the women who birthed me. 

As the number of my age rises, so does my eyes

On you. Christ. 

I will follow your light. 

 
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