Jesus, you're my Jesus....
and i will praise you with my whole life....
I will praise you by day, by night....
Jesus, you're my Jesus! -Donte Mclendon
I am God's very own child. I can expirience healing from childhood wounds and disappointments. Allow God to be my Father. I can be free from the burden of trying to perform or produce for Him when i understand that he loves me not for what I do but because I am his daughter!
And she's calling out to you; this is a call; this is a callout casue everytime I fall down, i reach out to you. And i'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out. I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about. -Calling Out (thousand foot crutch)
i stand here unafraid of the blade you grasp in your hand. The blade which has shown red from the blood that trickled from my wounds, You used to to carve into my skin, to cut into my heart, to wittle me down, to shave me into the person i've become. But, i've not been molded into the person you had hoped for, but rather who God wants me to be. Heated, cooled, smashed, built up, cut and healed. He has taught me many things and shaped me, each time, taking out my imperfections, turning what you wanted around; taking you evil intents to change my and he's used it for His good. he made me pure and gave me a stronger character. Though i was open and vulnerable; unprotected, and hurt and rejected, i was then brought to this place where God could build me up, teach me, comfort me, and heal me. This place where i can commune with him and make mine and His relationship closer. Thank You, Jesus. -Vanessa Sohn 1/3/05
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