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God doesn't take my hand because he's never let go. God Walks With Me more than I with him. God talks to me more than I listen. For the amount I hate myself it's twiceend of how much he loves me. God lets me wonder knowing I'm too afraid to know. God wipes my tears and moves them into the river of his Living Waters. Gods the twinkling star in the sky, that Shimmer in those beautiful boys eyes. Gods the tears runs down my face, God's the Echo of your laugh reaching deaf ears. God doesn't replace her heart with lust as that man once did. God is not that line I just took, but the serenity I felt right after. God is a constant state of loving peace your heart needs. We're in search of something that God provides all along yet in wrong God's back is not turned to us. That shadow casting over need not ever replaced by the Sun. In darkness we cannot see, therefore easily so we choose not to, even as God States the best has yet to come. For All the wrong, for all the darkness the devil leads to be believed without choice but on pure emotion. God gives us a choice to trust him, without manipulation but instead love, everything we see in God's light is pure. Unfortunately theres pain felt so intensely rain is shown shining down through the sun. Anger spread like wildfire , Lust in every doorframe, greed as intense as nail on a chalkboard, and a motive to hurt others Rises in desire. The spewed Venom from tongues, directed to a person whoes minds been broke by evil. If in that moment love instead of hate. God was not centered in thy front heart rather instead  buried in the back of thy rib cage.The choice of slow to anger or quick to love. Can one just be enough? Jesus holds him close and wipes a teardrops so loud heaven heard it dropped through the holes of his scarred hands. The pain the world once gave his son now spread through his father's beautiful creation . God doesn't steer wrong but alas always quick to grab the wheel. God's dedication remains. Neither a speck of existence God knew where I will be on my last breath. Questioning God on his most greatest creation, having faith until you decide otherwise. transcending through worlds. Beginning and end. Image made, the placement of Gods love, such grave decisions. In death hour gods personal hand-painted canvas of each soul bursting in rainbows will be sent back to the Creator. As in God's image becomes was his image in this life. God's transcending. God didn't take my hand because he's never let go.
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