Benevolence
There is this profound and perpetual joy that I know. It permeate throughout all
the hell and confusion that seems to infiltrate myspace of solace. I can go
through anything that's considered impossible with my Beloveth Lord and
Saviour Jesus Christ.
No matter who abandon me or who accuse me, or who mistreat me, or who just
is out right cruel to me. With this perfect love that He implants within my wounded
heart, I am able to within stand all the firery darts of the enemy.
Yes, this Benevolence I partake of each awakening days has me in constant
awe, tha I am truly bless to have given my soul, mind, heart, and will unto Him
who sheaded His Precious Blood for a wretch liken unto me. His Benevolence.
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