Anxiety
Everyone is full of what to become
I wonder if you own it all to your bossom
It is by HIS grace you've being blessed
Nothing is worthy to take His place; take heed!
Everything's account is in His hand
Don't be a fool to deprive yourself of being the head
The destiny's manifestation is at reach then, be watchful
You are almost becoming your own greatest enemy; your take?
Be surprise like you are unknown of
The fact that you can't defeat yourself
Dedicate all your life, He already owned all
Be not weary of the grace misused
Though it's a sin but His love abound
Let courage take charge for you already have the knowledge of the right choice to make
And don't be deceive with worldly things to gain
If truly God feeds(birds) them
Of the truth, they do not labour or dam
Yet, they are taken good care of beyond wants
Rest solely on Him: no one else
Our anxiety can not add length to our days
Neither can it add greatness to our reign
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