Jesus saves from death

June 19, 2019

His blood drips down on my wounds

I am healed.

I ask why he saved me

He said he has a purpose for me

After years go by I see myself

I'm starting to see the purpose he has for me

I thank him

But not enough

I'm growing

But not enough

yet I am enough to Him

to Him, I’m beautiful

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