Saturday, March 6, 2010

"but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child. I thought like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me" (1 Corinthians 13: 10 - 11).

I'm no longer a child in my Father's eye.

Oh, how I've grown and developed.
Oh, how I've put childish things behind me.
I realize I'm no longer bitter,
I'm no longer hurting for things done to me.

Freedom,

Freedom comes in like the sun.
It break the chains and
causes the darkness to quiver.
I no longer think like a child.
I've put childish things behind me.


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