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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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