Why I Speak So Loudly About My Creator
WHY I SPEAK SO LOUDLY ABOUT MY CREATOR
From the very beginning, when I took my first breath, I was
brought out of the darkness into the light,
From a warm comfortable cave, so to speak, into reality, a
cold dark world, a new and living hell.
I did not want to leave the confines of my Mother’s womb,
I screamed and clawed, tried to gum my way back
in, but my Mother pushed with all her might
I lost the battle, was evicted, sent on a journey that would
give me the ability to teach your child that hell
Begins in the mind and will stop there if you allow yourself
to set it free.
My Creator, my Higher Power did not abandon me in this,
rather, He had a plan for me, a mission for my life.
God had and still has a plan for me, brought me to the brink
of self destruction, and kept me alive in spite of me.
My Creator took me to places no man has gone before, taught
me the meaning of survival and the meaning of life
In the end a Positive Force surrounds me, so much so, that the
way of the world is no match for me being free
To testify to how great He is.
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