I said I'm happy. The devil heard me. Burdens he instantly
overloaded on my chest.
Now here I am stressed depressed and a mess.
But God, I still proclaim I am blessed.
This too shall pass, I will conquer these test.
Nevertheless I'm only a working progress.
Sometimes my emotions I have to poetically express.
My feelings I can't suppress this poetry is my outlet to express.
With all I go through my LOVE for God I'll forever profess.
Thank you Jesus even at my worst you still see my best.
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Poetic Tiffany
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