2nd poem

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"Stick" i grab the Batton it is my special Wand
Fore it holds the power of many i must take it all the way, As a vessel the power that is within me has no limit woooooosssshhhhhhh gusts throw me to heavens no struggle but i wrestle. I'm i not ready? I must be so why wrestle if it is destiny i must be prepared for such callings! Everyday Is easy i am with the lord his word strengthens my wings to the sky i soar but i Am not in control I rest my mind fore i am a passenger in this paradise i hope you see it this way many struggle but who really overcomes? The lord is a steady stream of over lasting love to fight don't struggle let him hold you afloat enjoy your journey!!!

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 12, 2023 ⏰

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