He put His finger on my soul
And called me by a different name Then welcomed me home Because, He said, I believed. He told me His Son Jesus Would call me sister mine And a member of His temple I would be. Of myself I was not For to Him I belonged Because, He said, I believed. He created me from Love And shed Blood to set me free Then gave me Heaven Because I believed. What must I do, I asked my Father To live my life with You To show the world that forever I am Yours? What works should I work Or miracles perform So that those who see me Are seeing You? Child, He began, when will you understand The love that you give I gave to you. In my house you’ll help your sister And lend what your brother needs. Whoever calls I promise You will be there. Don’t you know when I welcomed you You took on all I AM That before you asked you received? I do not need your reasons To give My gifts to you I gave because you believed.
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9/28/2019 07:13:47 am
I am not pathetic. I don't even know exactly what exactly that word meant but I am 100% sure I am not like that. Kindness is never wrong. Forgiving people all the time is not being pathetic. It's called nothing but love and humility. Who are we not to be hurt? Who are we that no one will ever insult us? We are not someone who is overly special. People make mistakes. It's normal and none of us should complain. If one day we disappear, it shouldn't be because we didn't defend our selves. It's just the way things are.
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