My eyes , my soul
Why do you go weary so easily?
Why are you so constantly forgetting
That you already have conquered
And won the battle, long ago
Even though you did not yet existed
But was already on His mind
My hands, my feet are taught
The fine art of war
Even my every thought
Battles the old patterns of before
Without knowing I was taught
Without realizing
Mission accomplished.

❤ChallEngEr
Yes. We easily forget. Truth spoken in your poem.💕
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Thank you.🤗
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You’re welcome.
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Indeed a piece…!👌
Loved reading 🙂🦋
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Thank you.🤗
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My pleasure 🙂
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