Saturday, 15 August 2020

You can’t hurt me

The profanity dies not exist 
You will get others to penetrate a blow
You are loved by him
You are now slow.

He loves you
He loves you all the time,
If you question then question what is said
I am sleeping, Gods does not go to bed.

I will one day be fit one 
and the next day I will become weaker
He’s beauty in me is no longer bleaker.

He lifts my spirit higher 
He lifts my hope with mercy and grace
Empowered through humbleness 
Now that’s the place. 

“Don’t lose your, don’t lose faith, his essence is pure and is loved x x x”

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