My Testimony
I went to Jesus hurt and it felt like I hurt even more, until I realized he was healing me his way.
I went to Jesus empty and I felt emptier than before, until I realized he was filling me with more of him.
I went to Jesus broken and it felt like he was broke me up even more, until I realized he was putting me back together with a special kind of glue called love.
He did this to show me just and how much I need him in my life.
He did this to show me how I am nothing without him.
He did this so I would know it was him.
He gets the credit.
So you see this master piece in front of you.
The artist name is Jesus.
I am an original and there will never be a replica.
And no I am not for sale.
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