The Man I Was Made To Be!
My thoughts comes curiously,
My lips speaks freely,
My body's a temple holding guilt & worries,
My eyes witness truth and my ears clearly hears.
My hands help others,
My feet will continue to walk futher,
My sharp tounge prays daily,
and my knees bow geniunely.
My mind's always growing,
so still now, my job's to keep showing,
The man I was made to be,
God's radiance ever emitting out of me.
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