Passion
A zeal, a desire, to be inspired. Not a thrill,but something real. A Christian. Now that's what's missing. To perform my purpose, while living in a world full of perversion,and to wear it as a loose garment is worth it. Who I am is not in clothes,not a talent, but something I chose. Balancing the world and the life of a saint Lord give me strength. Feed me your word, hold me, while I suffer my hurt. Guide me to you. Because I know in my heart you can't lose. You have joy, peace,love and everything truth,which it stands forever in the palm of your hand. Can't weaken and fall, your truth speaks behind the pulpit and a book to all.
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