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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘇

The voice was scary, breaking the cloud of my ignorance.

The rain that flow from my eyes was remorse for my spiritual dependence.

The waving racing of my thoughts i recalled was i am defeated.

Caught in the snare web of his peaceful grace, i am in him knitted

The whole I've amassed the fame i brought and hoards, the cause of my been drifted.

How he came at wrong hour, the moment I'd felt seated.

Shortly it was so occurred the sign, the pride of good omen, as a fog vanished.

Mislead my desires, my earned and corrupted honour crushed.

Shortly when the disobedience has paid me, so well it did pay me.

Only drawing me to his rightful owner.

With my hands lifted up in utter surrender his desires been meet, I've admitted i'm in a sinning sinner.

Still the process has been deluding , alluding to have reached my golden corral platter.

Ironically I've been walked into my adequacy for better.

The running, strife all in vain.

Now my head's on earth in weakness and shame..

The haughty looks, the neck and its stiffness, the peaceful anxiety, the sight of real blindness, my striving, the homes of nothingness.

The hopes of nothingness.

The climbs, walking up the mountains valleys.

I wonder at how i deceived my clueless, still proudly.

Its amazed me staring at the trusted route my feet traded.

The crafty guides of my trusted heat has betrayed me.

Much more still because its all for the sweet story of my life's true purpose.

The eternal life, yes, my salvation i rightly supposed.

What ocean of immense joy, the feelings I've lost i now have in recourse. Lord Jesus Christ to u i surrender...

Let it pleased you to use me.

𝖅𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖅𝖍 (𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖐)