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Untitled Insecurity


For a long time I was bound to pride masked in insecurity & timidity. Now when I enter a room it is “all eyes on me” And it’s not because I’m some “tall, cool drink of water.” But because I stand tall to exhibit the artistry of His Majesty; I was fearfully & wonderfully made And I am not ashamed of the Gospel When I enter into conversations I find people giving me their confessions And in return I find my spirit pouring out the sum of my life’s lessons I have a testimony, and I freely share it because I am not ashamed of the Gospel I was blind; I was deaf. I was steadily sinning; I was a mess. Now I can see, & I can hear My purpose of being is now crystal clear I must go out; my joy must be shared; Acts 2:38 shall be declared. I will do so with gladness because when I was doomed, The Lord heard the prayers of my youth; He broke every yoke, he set me free with the Truth!
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