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(1) I Defy All the Obstacticle's (Believing In Prayer's)
I thought I couldn't make it, I thought, there's no-need in trying to fake it. I thought I couldn't make it, couldn't even if I tried. One thing I had going for me was the strength of prayer, the desire too try and shake it. The enemy use to laught at me, probably threw party after partie's, had me the object of an pitifull degree. But like I said earlier, prayer's are the commodity that give's giddy preference when one has given-up, still defying all the obstacle's, treating life with stupidity. Many if not all people, do and will fall, fall-down the ladder of life, the censentsus of marriages(why problems occur) and with no answer coming in a timely fashion, and if one or all began to doubt the sainthood of the prosturity of trust and surity. I thought I couldn't defy all the obstacle's, my selfishness lead to a private war, predicated to a underscribable spell, and as I sank deeper and deeper(lump un throat) one day with gun in hand, suicide became a source of a beginning instead of an ending (so I tho- ught). My hand was trembling fuseily, to kill, steal your joy of life, the enemy must have been smiling that dreadfull day, the day I thought to end it all. Tear's running down my face-out of nowhere, a disturbing noise of siren's outside startle me, I later learn they were there for me. Someone care enought to call when I didn't answer the phone, I had mention earlier--when life had seem empty and blue, "that I no longer desire to live". So they prayed-and then the authoritie's was call, arriving just at the nick of time. How could I allow things to get so bad. It was so sad(so I thought) many times the God of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, he didn't hear me, nor did I thought of love and peace for my sorrow. "I defy all the obstacle's", the enemy tried to stored in my head. Now I know the reason for life is the oddity of hate and the present of fate. That prayer's are the life-line that show's him where is your faith, that you can carry to him, all the hardship one if not all shall face. "The author of creation teaches love eternally is the essence that signified all that's difficult when facing that (monster) always remember." "I defy all the obstacle's" :
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