Supernatural Plenary
Supernatural Plenary
One hand on the paddle of problems, the other steering into the wilderness but it never phased me.
Falling skies, talking mountains, noisy walls and a hungry ground, l was never obliterated.
One of a kind the son of a warrior, born in the arms of survivors.
Jesus Christ my pillar of strength, his words and promises my secret weapons and prosperity my reality.
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