THE PAST..
Because of my past .
I was rejected from my future.
And because of my future
I was rejected from my past.
But nothing ever in this world stays the same in this life and last.
For it's all just a test.
Til the day we pass and stop looking backwards and start looking forward is when God
will give us rest.
So stop looking backwards to the past continuing to turn into sand.
Let go, let God and watch him release to you, your prayers answered and your
blessing in your hand...
Amen
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