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His Love


The devil was smiling because he thought he had me in his pocket. But little did he know the Lord was watching. I was always his and Satan could not stop it. My God is almighty. He showed me the way. August 13th, I was saved that day. He took on my burdens and all of my stress. As the blood dripped from his head to his chest. God is love. And isn't his love the best? Just knowing he is with me gives me strength. I know that I will fail, but I will never give in. Because of his grace, the devil just won't win. He is and always will be my superman. In times of trouble, I just call on his name. And there he is to save the day. His love for me I would never trade. Thank God, my God my soul was saved.
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