I grew up quiet.
It was not until I was five that I began to speak.
I am twenty-nine, and have had seizures since I was six.
I did not have much friends.
My speech was bad.
And it did not help that, I was often in trouble.
My low point came in Louisiana.
I thought I was going crazy when in actuality I was hearing Jesus.
Lord come into my life.
Lord clense my heart of all unrighteousness.
Lord put my life in order.
I'm quiet.
Before I serve you, work in my life.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2017 17:27
- Category: Unclassified
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