my service
I look towards the heavens ,and I ask God whyalso to please wipe this tears as I ponder Jesus death, and I cry
who am I to die for why is that a concern, for this wrethed man
I think the story has it that we were created for his pleasure, and with his rightious hands, to be a part of a greater plan.
I belive I have a calling what it be Im not sure, I know when its time to fulfill his purpose he will tell me so and more.
I'll wait until GOD revials what Im am too do,
then I will set out to be all he wants of me, and see my purpose though.
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