I am not the man I once was,
Old clothes don't fit me, a waff I've become.
Lost over 20kg, without any fuss.
Following His directions, in Him I trust.
I am as fit as a fiddle, even though I get tired,
But all my needs are met, and I am out of the mire.
So I praise you Lord, for what I have become,
I couldn't do it myself, but you sent your Son,
The help you send us, defeats all our foes,
And health you give us, from our head to our toes.
You truly are the way,
And I'll worship you Lord,
Until you take me away.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Good write 2.
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That's the road I am now attempting to embark on. Glad to see the light ahead.
I love this! A powerful I inspiring message
Death and life are in the power of the tongue;( or pen?)and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
Thank you.
You are a true blessing spreading the word! So thank you 🙏
Amen Brother!!
He does transform us the second we surrender to Him and give our lives to follow our Father in Heaven,
We become new
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