Crowned

Today was amazing. The Lord is always near and the enemy is a man made fear. Satan may be sneaky and try to pull my chains further down but he doesn’t know my gracious counselor who broke those chains and still wears the once bloody, thorned crown. Crowned in victory, fear has no hold on me so long as I lean closer to God. “For he who is in me is greater than the world, and God so loved the world that he gave is one and only begotten son”. King of Kings, Lord of Lords, may my heart and soul rest “for the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword”.

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