How many times did she declared herself dead?
Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky
In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets
How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe
The awakening has now come into her dreamland
She will be dressed as one of those shining stars
She is brave because God her out of courage.
Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.
She is a woman.
No other person shall build her
For she can do it herself
She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.
The way God brings comfort to thee,
Is through the shape of her.
She once forgotten her worth,
She is the revival.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
How many times did she declared herself dead?
Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky
In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets
How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe
The awakening has now come into her dreamland
She will be dressed as one of those shining stars
She is brave because God her out of courage.
Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.
She is a woman.
No other person shall build her
For she can do it herself
She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.
The way God brings comfort to thee,
Is through the shape of her.
She once forgotten her worth,
She is the revival.
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