Clarence Williams

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

One of GODs groupies


I can hear,  
I can see,
I can feel how your love
touched me! ! ! ! ! ! . It caused  my sprit to leaped, and my mind to be at peace, and the feeling is better than amazing.  I'm surrounded by your unspeakable   joy that's refreshing daily, daily daily! ! ! that it breaks the yoke and loosen the chain that was holding me! ! ! ! now I can see how your love, can embrace the one that people called dirty make him clean in the presents of his enemy's. And show up and show out that the GoD who sent his son to die was for me, For me! ! ! ! Mentally, and physically I stand as man whose been impacted by the  blood and washed clean and   became one of Gods groupies! ! ! !

Submitted: Friday, June 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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