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Mar 2020
Dear Lord,
My life is all Yours,
Please call the shots.
I have tried to run by my strength,
I always fall short.
I figured there are no shortcuts.
I humbly bow at Your feet,
Lord, please take the wheel.
Steer me in the direction of Your will.
Here is all of me for Your use.
Let me be a tool in Your hands.
Here is where my stubbornness ends.
Take the rudder, make the orders.
I can't go all alone any further.
I can't keep this wall up any longer.
Dear Lord Jesus, please come to my aid.
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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     ---, Fawn, Jesse Thomas Devlin, Crow and Perry
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