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No Pain Is Wasted My spirit was beckoned. A savior called to me his sweet voice said, "listen" and I held my breath, hanging on his coming words. He came to me. He said I could be reconciled
My hand is here all you have to do is take it you will have everything you need by just believing in me
I tried to end what life he gave, I treid to end what I thought was sin. Daily I thought "How can I win" Within this horrible life of sin? What should I do with something so heavy?