Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I am free.

I woke up in a fantastic mood. I have asked God to take away my dirty laundry. I have asked him to kill all the spiders hiding in my closet.

And now it is clear that all I must do is proclaim it, proclaim it, PROCLAIM IT. I am free. I am free. I am free. Who the Son sets free is free indeed!

I need him everyday, every hour. He used Peter, the man who denied him three times. He used everyone he wanted to, because he was the one who was shining the whole time. It is not up to me, and it is not me. It must always be him.

So clean am I, and clean is my closet. I am no good, God, but you most certainly are.

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