Wed, 05/01/2013 - 17:01 -- AlexF


United States
30° 20' 16.4364" N, 81° 35' 33.1548" W

The Words Hit You Like Endless Bullets.
Face Them Head On, Never Give Way To It.

Heard It Once, Heard It Twice.
The Words They Through Out Are Meant For Your Demise.

But You Rise Up Every-Time,
Showing Those Words They Have No Place, They Have No Power.
You Spit Them Out,
Your Confidence Is There To Devour.

Every Word They Through Out,
Every Negative Vibe.
Try And Cut You Down,
Shape You Into Useless Lies.

But Your Branches Run Deep,
Rooted, Planted Firm To The Ground Beneath.

Show Those Words,
That There's A Name When Mentioned,
Can Do Nothing But Strengthen.

All Negativity Runs, Gives Flight,
Not By My Might,
But At The Name Of Jesus Christ.

You Are More Than A Conqueror,
Words Have No Reign.
When They Come Up Against That Saving Grace Name.


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