Devil's shame
On my arrival in this world,the devil attacked me with disapproval but with Christ I got an approval,am no longer a removal but an appraisal,am no longer defeated but seated as a king while the fitted as a slave.....I am celebrated cos I was elevated never to be depreciated but appreciated,am addicted of Christ,I cannot be predicted by the devil
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