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Remembering (New Years Day 2017) Written: by Miracle Man 5-23/2020 A season of year when leaves weren’t falling, sixteen drips, adorned an infusion pole. Lifeless I lay, death, my name was calling, but a loving God chose to make me whole. But this wasn't where the story would end, it's became my witness to His greatness. Of remaining time before i ascend, i feel blessed daily by this lateness. God blesses each one with certain abilities, and more prodigious than the talent given. Is how we choose to use our facilities, Be a light in someone’s darkness; be driven.

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