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Wonders


The world was formed and made to function when it was told,"Be". A child is born and takes its first breath without being taught to breathe. How? The answer is beyond me. Cells in our bodies live, die and are replaced by more, while we face the challenge of finding out what life is for. When will we find it? When we look beyond ourselves. Love can be found and joy is existent, yet they seem so far away, even when we're persistent. Where are they? In an unseen place that invites us in. Peace is hard to come by but hope of it remains. The Prince of Peace will give it freely to those who call on His name. What is His name? Jesus, the name of whom I will never be ashamed. It all sounds too good to be true. They all sound like dreams compared to the turmoil we go through. What are wonders? The good things from God that we can't explain. Things that only He can do.
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