I walk the way i walk, and talk the way i talk
because that's the way God created me.
Do you believe that for such a long time
I thought that Jesus hated me?
Now I walk along this path
not having to worry about His wrath,
because when I'm down, and when I'm hurt
it's Jesus who pulls me up by the shirt.
He lifts me up and carries me around
until He knows I'm ready to be sat down.
Now that I know Him
it's clear He doesn't hate me.
I just had to pray to let Him know
that I had had it, and I needed him to take me
up in His arms today,
because I know the truth, He is the way.
awesome work
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