Have you ever just taken a step back to look at your life and see how Gods hand is in everything, and no matter how low the lows are you still come out on top through Christ? This is my story. Welcome.
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Set the scene, nineteen ninety the tenth of November. Eyes opened for the first time small and tender. Fresh out the womb and already in sin. I don't realize elected is what I have been. Seven years passed, now you can mark my second birth. Carelessness is obvious given I slept in church. New in faith but my eyes are still half shut. My hedonisticness has taught me I should have much. Into my teen years getting into hip-hop. I loved the music so much, became a disc-jock'. I Scratched records locally, like up in the church, just pulled the gospel music out and tucked the stuff that would curse. Now present day, still in molding process, still making changes, still making progress. I'm patiently awaiting with high hopin' the day I meet this God with eyes opened. Yeah!
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He formed the dirt and made my flesh. He exhaled and gave me breath. What kind of power is this? I want to get to know the God who made me. He took the fall so I could rise up. Elected me as if I'm righteous. What kind of love is this? I want to get to know the God who saved me.
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I'm a P.K. Yeah that's right my father's a pastor. From him I get my insight about Christ my master. I'm moving deeper in the word, I've got my six-six, but sin scatters me apart like pick up sticks. Surfing the web introduced me to porn. Tempted me plenty times left me feeling torn. Even took a stronghold but God broke that loose. You can call me ex-slave I walk away from that noose. Contentment dominated my life. I've slept on God like so many times. I done try my best just to get back in the flow. Now I see that my contentment is a lack of growth. That idleness got me nowhere fast. Felt like I'm moving forward, but end up in the past. Feeling trapped like I'm losing my gas, and I'm away from the only station helping me last.
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Still I strive to succeed in Christ. I can see now He is leading my life. I can see now He has worthy advice. I can see now He is restoring my sight. Searching for a purpose is a strenuous task. It's continuous and worrisome I struggle with that. I continue on to worry some but taken aback when the Lord says "Go, why are you taking a nap?”. So now I'm on the move doing what I can, when I can. Where I can, will start to broaden as I'm lending my hand. I no longer limit me to teach in my own land. Like I've said to make concrete out of the sand. So this is it. This is me, my story, everything. In reflection of my life in Christ my death will be gain. I am over all the persecution struggle and pain. I just want you to see its correlation with change.
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