When I'm too tolerant, You push me to move,
When I'm too indignant, You allow me to go through broken moments.
Can it be any other way, that I'd always be stable,
That I'd always be at the level I'm supposed to be,
Unwavering,
Always perfect?
But if I'm already there, I guess You wouldn't be doing what You're doing to me, and in me.
Hmm...
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one unworthy life given to the Almighty; one seeking heart turning back to meet Him in an embrace; a pair of unclean hands held out to be cleansed by the blood of the Son of God. This is a walk trailing the path treaded by Yesus Kristus.
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