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The Gate

my mind is boggled this trial is toppling me. i understand now why i should keep my mind stayed on thee. it's rough and i can't do it myself i pray lord, please be my help this snake comes to snare me it's trying to break my family peice by peice one by one the one, being not as strong in the faith having them to contemplate attack thinking there's a mole in the pack a mole? a rat? someone who doesn't want to see them ascend from glory to glory glory to glory? to see them walk in their calling or be what they desire to be but you see? there's no mole in the body it's the snare of the snake the body strives to stay strong in the faith the one, not being as strong doesnt see that its the snake and little b little, the one starts to fade away but the body wont allow it it stands between the one and the snake its strong, so it stands as the gate the one finally sees as they sit and contemplate and thanks God for the body that stands as the gate.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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