Getting late*

This Room*

sitting in a room that may fertilize my blessings; with all the prayer left in here, and all the lessons. reminiscing on when life had no worries; not realizing the protection I had – I give Him the glory. everyone has a story, though, no one has mine; my background grew with time. I also did my best to see every sign. I am many in a shell created for only one; even when I clock out, my job still need to be done.

I claim the position in many works; what it is can’t be explained – but I do wear the shirt. feel free to take your opinion and insert. anyway, I’ve begun the journey of acceptance; too soon, understand my relevance. thank God for this room; its my revelation!

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