He lifts me up,
When I am slow
He will pick up my pace
That’s the humility when I eventually see the fathers’ face.
When flesh fails me
He is there to protect thee,
When he encourages
I feel loved and spiritually free.
When I didn’t believe I felt alone,
Now I have the father inside
I feel I can survive the crest to become alive.
When I pray
I know he holds mine and others hand
Heaven as it on earth
I know the prays are of joy and the glory in what it’s worth.
🙏🏽😉
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