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Reaping the Benefits

I can't see the benefits I'm still taking needless risk I breathe the same air that Jesus did I still carry his pain I have mastered it I lay it down at his feet Please forgive me your Majesty Give me the strength to overcome Help me in my time of need When I died to myself wisdom was risen within me And a vision was given to me And sorrow flooded my soul I never take the bed if it's made with nails I know I must defeat my demons And I'm there making my bed in hell And the Lord is with me And my enemies can still feel the mental strength of my mind still And that's the benefits

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Date: 1/12/2015 12:00:00 PM
we all have demons to destroy good poem
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