Dear God,

For the shortest period of time, I will need to spend this time with you. A confession that I want to make to you. Saddest things that hit me, is the constants fall that I had made, this inability to put on a shield against it. The time is tough, fresh and blood, I will choose you. Groom me Lord, into a better person, grow me Lord, into your mightly. Many love, but how many does his Will? I will, I will. Let me take on that stripes and carry them through this journey that I walk. I want to show you with action that I can. No move just words but deed. I will take on your righteousness and wear them daily. Thank you ABBA

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