God's Love
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Ongoing, First published Jan 22, 2022
I feel like I don't deserve you
What kind of love could be so true
Even after knowing that I have done so much bad
You took me in and accepted me like that.

How crazy is that you still love me
Like seriously I am just mere dust before thee
Notwithstanding you put me under your wings
And my tongue, you gave it authority.

I feel honoured to be in your presence
To be on one knee asking for your blessings
You stretched out your hand and gave me a new soul
Thus, from that instance I became whole.

I am thankful for today
You never cease to move me from grace to grace
There were times I approached you with shame on my face
But today I have come to the alter with a lot of praise.

Your blessings on my life is so dimming
Even from afar my enemies can see me shining
The way you love me is so strange
Who can love me like this in this way.

I must admit I almost lost hope
But you came and made me whole
In your hands I became a new being
I started to see the unseen.
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