Sunday, November 9, 2008

Your my hero

     I am a part of an intricate plan. He was creating a special object of love for me. For he made me, mold me, and everything starts with him. For I am precious perfect design he made. Trauma that I faced was not easy but it allows shaping my heart. You wept it that hurt you so. You gave me profound meaning of life. Sometime we look like we look for a reason. The only way to understand it is by what he does for us. Nothing matters more than knowing him for his purpose. 

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