God is the painter. I am the canvas. Language is as pretty as one defines it to be spoken or written. Broken hearts may me, but the Lord makes them glad.
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My name is the believer
I am a believer of the word, not a doubter
I will not stand for disbelief
I will not let weakness be an excuse for not seeing the results I want to see.
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Consumation of my soul
I am now reborn
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Like frozen grass, the heart needs fire to melt its glass.
The breadth of a thousand men, the lungs ignite like the thunderous sky.
Step by step, raindrop by raindrop, the soul manifest' a body.
How wild and untamable the spirit of men, how vicious like firestorms yet the cool winds bring its gentle side.
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