Hands Bound
My hands were bound but my spirit is free. I am glorified in how he died. I want the world to know that I believe in him. I am not swayed by the earthly and move forward in a spirit of faith.
There has been an aura that has been trying to install a spirit of fear and I dont know how else to say that this. I just dont care. I am not even at the opposite of love. I really just dont care because all things are possible through faith.

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