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Determination

Never left for dead, I rise again as Your Spirit speaks to mine. A daughter yet made a son of our Living God. Yet all are made brides as we are led down the aisle For the wedding of eternal measure. So I will rise and ride upon the ever changing wind, To reenter the eternal atmosphere of our Father. In Jesus sweet Name, to do this for His Majesty's pleasure. You wouldn't have to ponder the question of who my Daddy is As I rise and fly against the air currents of adversity that tries To blow me away... currents which would like to knock me off course. I am not some mere bird, no never have I been that because I know Who I share my DNA with.

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