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Truth


I refuse to live this life. The life of ungratefulness,

Suffering, selfishness and misunderstanding people

Who are lost. Lost at sea with no purpose

Being here on this earthly planet. Growing

Up I knew that I was called into something

 

Way more greater than I could ever

Dream. Closing my eyes, I could hear the voice

Of something much more powerful and 

Stronger than anything I have heard before.

Mhm...it's funny when we think that our lives

 

Aren't really meant for anything. Boy...was

I totally wrong. Everyday I think of how my

Life couldn't get any better than what it already is.

Where my life sits is exactly where it needs

To be. Constantly, I remind myself that I

 

Am a queen of a King that...mhm...

Couldn't be described in this short little story.

There is so much I could tell you, and you still

Probably wouldn't understand my happiness,

And my joy. He that sits above me is the

 

Man of salvation, the man of love, the man...of...grace. Before I came to

Realize this amazing feeling, I was one of 

Those lost people. I was literally standing

In front of the ocean wondering if I should jump in

Or just walk away. Even before I could make

 

A decision...hahaha...He made one for me.

"My child...my daughter...air to the throne,

Come and join me." The voice kept saying

This over and over. With no hesitation, I jumped

In, but funny thing is I didn't drown.....

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