My existence is because of Christ Jesus, my King.
I shall not be complete, nor will I become content. I will only be complete at the end of my life, Which had been given to me to live along with the strife. Standing before and being with God to account for all of my sins. Never shall I be content from the strife in life is a stake, Nor will I be satisfied with the drudge we need to take. I don't ever want to be perfect in any kind of way. But in this world, we live for God's sake, It's too overbearing with the sin you're tempted to take. I'm trying to live the best way that I should win, Even with tempting with its overbearing sins. Taking the roads that are pleasing to you, At least finding out who you are, And for what you must do? I undoubtedly cannot be the perfect buoyance Because it too would be the place of arrogance. So everyone tries to be all that they can be, indeed. Speaking of its perfection, I say it exists only in Christ Jesus, our King.
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