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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Author:
Tia Braithwaite (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Religion
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