for nothing can separate me from Christ.
when I read God’s Word, I cannot help but reflect upon my own life as parallels that are seemingly identical to myself tear the hypocrisy from my face, causing my conscience to shake in repentance. how I yearn for that blessed hour of prayer for without prayer and seeking God, I have lead a blind life without peace and understanding as all philosophy fails to give an adequate answer to morality and the ironies of life.
only when I am weak without my frail confidence, can I rise up as a man of God and put His armour on. that march to zion and for Christ alone, I know that my lot will not be displaced, for none can kill my soul.
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