I am not a writer, But God you put these words in my head.
I can not spell nor make sense, But God you still want me to Wright these words down.
The words feel like a big mess I can not seem to put into sentences, But God you use my hands anyway.
When I talk I mess up. I never can seem to find the right words But God you got my to Wright this.
Thank you God for being my writer. I pray you continue to use my hands.
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Author:
storms88 (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2023 17:27
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Comments1
Good write S.
Thank you
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