My body is God's temple. He's living on the inside of me.
I believed, confessed and was baptised then he entered in. 
I was sanctified and swept clean.
It is no longer I that live but Christ that liveth in me. 
God dwelleth on the inside so sin has to flee.
I am  covered and wrapped in modesty.
My light is shining for the world to see.
Glorifying God and bringing others to thee. 
Enduring to the end and a crown of righteousness will be bestowed unto me.
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	Tia Braithwaite (Pseudonym) ( Offline) Offline)
- Published: December 15th, 2022 09:07
- Category: Religion
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