Faith
This is part of my story, you see I wept until i slept, running away from home were thoughts of attempt.
My first night of coming here , cmym, was not my intent. You see my youth pastor told me about a gent , who was sent . Bcus all I felt was rejection but his arms wrapped around me - affection, protection , oh his resurrection.
All I wanted was attention & he wrote off my pension , my repention , I am his selection - anointed and appointed.
But you see one night , the wind whispered hallelujah . Mesmerized by the releasing of chains and of pain , I am forever redeemed , reviving everything that I dreamed , when it seemed like they were impossible. But you see I serve a god who can do the impossible .
Fearless, yes we are , while I was riding home in the car, and I looked up at the stars. In awe, bcus god made that , such beauty , he is in charge.
Fear , unforgiveness, lust, and doubt I must discard . I cried out to Jesus , change my heart , tear me apart & give me a fresh start. He is exactly what I need , I wept humbly at his feet & he showed up in my room, with feelings of defeat & in doom. "stay in tune," he says , your passion will resume , you will save June.
So just stay in tune , his greatness is coming soon .
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