MyGiftsarefromAbove
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I remember how heaven was
With no worry or war
I took heaven by its word
With no will or choice to veil my gift or hoard.
The product of my creator, formed and shaped from the clay of this earth
It happened no heartbeat, no life flowing within my very flesh
Then
He did
The very Breathe of him…Filled me up
