Treasure Island

Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

By his strips


 It
Became 
A fight 
Like never before

And my  sickness and my  pain that I felt I had to endure but my spirt remained happy

In the mist of my tears, I believed God for everything because he is able to perform, to fix, and to turn every kind of situation around in Jesus name. Because  by his strips I'm healed!  
even if he doesn't do another thing for me!  I believe God  for everything and that keeps me going in my mind like its the peace  I needed and it leaves me  smiling in my heart about his ability by his strips.

Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 30, 2012
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