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An Introspective

I am far from perfect. In fact, perfect and I rarely ever meet up, except perhaps in my poetry. I broke every rule in the book. I listen about as well as I draw. Oh, I have ears, I just didn't use them. I had little respect for anything including myself. I knew the truth, I just didn't care to see it. I knew what I should do and did the opposite, every time! I did everything I shouldn't have done And did none of the things I truly should have done. But that's all said and done. His Word is Mighty, my word is nothing! Time and time again I seen it, I heard it, I felt it. And over that time He kept pulling me closer, The closer I got, I began to feel His Spirit in my soul And those tears began to flow, all of them for Him I was a stubborn mule, but the Lord was a more loving God.. I needed only to look just once, with His Grace, to finally see Now I see great, but I still bump into things. But all of that pain, now I give it up to Him Still hard sometimes though not to feel unworthy And yet in Jesus' Name we are all worthy, Don't be as I was, for my happiness came through Him He is so loving, He knows you better than you do, you know He's knows what will bring joy to your heart. I can attest to that

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Date: 5/14/2016 12:31:00 AM
Excellent write:) All these words fit me - "I can attest to that"
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Vincent Flannery
Date: 5/14/2016 8:35:00 AM
So imperfect are we all and yet the Lord loves us all perfectly. Like a child learning to walk He knows we're going to fall often. But it's His great love that not only allows us, but encourages us to get back up and try again. Just like a parent with each new step their child takes. That joy is a reflection of His love. Right there with us, saying that's okay, you can do it. Lifting us back up so lovingly and lcalling out our name to try again...God Bless.

Book: Shattered Sighs