My Season
It's my season. It's my time for the favor of the Lord. I'm moving forward. Trying
hard to live righteously and not letting any devil in hell get the best of me.
Everything that the devil stole from me. God's going to give it back pressed down
shaken together and running over. God's strength in my weaknesses are stronger
than Avogadro's number of boulders.
1-4-11
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