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Sep 2017
Let thou, my feet learned
To dance in the desert

And thou, my mouth comprehend
To sing in the waves and storm

Thou, consumes my soul
Unbroken in the derecho

Thou, my unrighteousness and shame
In Thee, be cleanse and heal in time

Thou, am not good enough
Lit the best part of me

Oh, my silence speaks before me
And, in Thee, I give my peace

Thus, the weakness of my soul
Thou, i find strength, in Thee.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10<><> 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
Ferdinand Sabidor Panerio
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Ferdinand Sabidor Panerio  38/M/Pob.Maragusan Philippines
(38/M/Pob.Maragusan Philippines)   
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