Fight

I work with the dogs in the dirt .Sun up, sun down and man do I hurt due to 
working with the dogs in the dirt. Will  there ever be a break for me?I'm not talking 
about the fantasy of hitting the New York State Lottery.

Working to pay the rent for this little tent is just insane. I know there's a better 
place to rest to digest this thing called life.

Living for the day that both of my ends meet.Then I can be a blessing to the less 
without any mess from the stress of those you know.

Working with the dogs in the dirt has causes me many hurts that fertilized the 
growth potential, making me a powerful woman, you see. Working through the 
mess has really caused me to be bless. Yes there  will be stress that will cause 
you to think you're not bless by the best.But after the stresse there's plenty of 
rest,so  you can pass the next test.

So work with the dogs in the dirt,because afer the pain ,there's so much gain in 
so many ways you see; and not in material things and money.It may seem kind 
of funny. I like being apart of God's wonderful army

So work with the dogs in the dirt.So what, you got hurt .There's a healing that will 
cause a spiritual building in the inner  man; it's all a part of God's strategy plan to 
defeat the enemy.

Come on and be a part of God's wonderful army. So work with the dogs in the 
dirt.

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