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Feb 2011
Upon the hill that Jesus stood upon.
I can't imagine what he was thinking.
But I can imagine his burden.

When pressure is put upon your shoulders to carry on.
You can give up.
Or just journey on.

Through an environment, of protests.
He found obstacles.
And people who came and confessed.

Even when they was afraid too.
His powerful message pulled the scariest people through.
When he stated to his disciples that his robe was touched.
And they struggle to vision, by who?

Christ knew.
He just wanted her faith to come through.
By touchig the hem of his garment.
And stepping forward when called.
She walk by faith into a better place.

When should show us all.
Let nothing or no one hinder you in finding the power of God.
Sure, some are shy and will always be.
But placing your heart upon Christ.
You'll find you can do many, many things.

If you was sinking.
Sure you can give up.
But, if you believe.
Upon his strength that there's nothing you can't do.
You'll always find God is supporting you.

By faith we die.
By faith we'll survive.
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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