I see in my vision that you are the most prize position n my life oh Lord, but the sin in my life is makin me blind and weak hopeless wit unbelieve of who you really are... Oh how i long to take the joy and pleasure of knowing you as the one who give life and hope each n every day and take great reverence n honoring your name.... I yearn to be n honorable son not a shameful one there no pleasure in death wit out worshiping and knowing you my Lord' my King help thy son to take focuss n notice in you father my life is void and empty wit out you..
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