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 I was reared to understand right from wrong. What they said was right were always my wrongs. So I drew a picture of what I wanted to be. That thing called solitude placed the enemy in me. What I've learned has done nothing but corrupt my young mind. A heart can influence a mind, but people can't see me because their hearts are blind. In the shadows of the devil I needed God's light to shine. Now, I'm not afraid of defeat because God is my coach. I'm patented with respect so don't fear my approach. Your words can't hurt me ...my thoughts are grown. I don't need your drama, I got my own. Truly I understand your pain because my heart bleeds too. I can only show you what I've seen, ask DON'T ASSUME!!!! I must endure the storm to enjoy the rainbow. I search for more than many only see at a one night show. I asked the Lord for advice, so he lent an ear. He told me to proceed with HIS plans and to walk without fear. He never lies; He wiped away my tears and subsides my cries. If He didn't correct me how could I grow?  If everything were perfect what is there to learn, what would I not know? What would my fruit show? So God has turned my body into clay and my soul as fire,the lower I go He takes me higher. Out of the depths of concrete, this rose is now complete.

 

 














































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