STRINGS
Attached with no strings......
I have choices.....
In all things......
I hear in voices.......
There is a God........
He brought the gift of life......
Jesus was His name.......
He was not full of strife......
Peaceful, gentle, teaching........
He came to me.....
Don't think I'm preaching.....
I just choose to see......
Now I choose.....
To give......
Rather then steal......
I choose to praise......
Rather then gossip.....
I choose to heal......
Rather then wound.......
I choose to be me .....
Rather then you.....
We all were made different....
This is true......
The greatest thing is.......
In the moment of our earthly parents.....
Surprem love.......
We were made of complete love......
By Him and no other.....
Thank you Jesus.....
No strings......
This I have discovered......
Just my choices......
By all meens.....
I let Him use my voice......
I hope I reach my dreams.........
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