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I Am What I Am
I am a child of God Don't worry 'bout my fate. He lives within my soul; My ever present mate. I am His, don't you see? God doesn't create to your specs. You don't even have to
like me. Look some closer at me. As that is where He lives, Whether you believe it
be. Says the Good Book to thee. That is God's desire for us all. We are created for His
glee. Of all God is or ain't. By failure or sample, You'll learn to be a
Saint. Fail in 'all we can be', God forever remains the same As He still loves both
you and me. Or lean more toward sin's hate, I am here for purpose As one God did create. Talk to God Almighty. He knows that 'I am what I am' Because I am ordained
to be. Or begin a clean slate. We're in this, together. In that, we can
relate. That softens your feet Or the most lovely of blessings, Providing your
spiritual meat ... Surely heading your way, Or the freshness of Spring; Brightening dreary
days. How He intended be, I fulfill His holy purpose In your path to dreams
yet to be. And He lives inside me. You can't say you love Him While acting blindedly. (Once, outwardly, less seen), You'll find something in me to love And there nothing
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