The Truth
When I think over my life and see how blinded that my eyes had been how the
truth of my Lord and Savior had been hidden within, within the hearts of these
vicious men, the ones whose motives were to keep the spirit from living within.
I say I love Jesus but just who is this Jesus to me. I've learned to know him
personally, to know him intimately, to know that he lives in me. To hear the
sound of his voice and feel his touch was one of the greatest gifts that this Jesus
has given me. I love this Jesus, because he died for me and arose of the third
day. He was crucified not just for me but for each and every last one of us.
You see before the Holy Spirit visited me I thought my life was so complete didn't
know that it was food hidden deep down in this book that he left for me. I never
thought that I would be worthy of much of nothing but my God, Jesus my Lord
came and gave me this special something.
Throughout my life he has given me bits and pieces of this puzzle we call life,
hidden treasures that he has stored within me. Gifts that would flourish and help
uproot a ministry. I thank God for all that I have been through and how he have
allowed his truth to be revealed to me. To open my eyes and see how many
miracles that my God has performed for me, makes me stop and think how is
God going to use me. I thank God for his truth and I pray that each and every one
of you know his truth! and see this evil world for what it is.
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