My reality, I submit onto the spirit
as feelings form into tears
with each tear I taste
I realize again faith is sufficient.
It's difficult to accept matters of this world
flesh will more than condemn
hope slides seeming all to to be lost.
His blood again has cleansed me
spirit lead me where I need to stand
raindrops become my rhythm
this world can keep its merry band.
Through his painful attacks
my arms reached out in praise
I need not a silver cloud
nor even the wings of an angel
to remind me who I serve to know
whom is my Lord.
He was flogged and tortured.
He carried His cross.
His blood shed for me
I’m not imprisoned by guilt
but through his love like the truth
I'm free.
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Yes it is about Jesus….right?…correct me if I’m wrong.
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Its about myself growing and accepting certain things i went through, and once again realising faith in Christ is sufficient. thanks for the comment.
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Its written well.. Good job. Keep writing. And yeah..btw are you interested in Hindu mythology?
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im interested cant say i know a great deal though unfortunatly
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