We want, the
blessings, the
love, the
new life; to be
like Jesus.
I am:
a new creation,
accepted,
blessed,
an over comer,
chosen,
called,
free,
His body.
I was, crucified-
with Christ.
I am, in
pain,
suffering torment,
and disgrace,
wanting only,
Your blessings.
Yet,
to be like You,
is to suffer-
daily, carrying
this cross-
denying the world.
Embracing Your love.
Speaking life,
fighting, the battle-
in the mind,
while, I am
carried though.
By the touch,
of Your
hand.

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