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Courage and Belief

Courage and Belief

We follow them,
We all must obey,
Simple pawns and pieces,
In the games they play.
They create our orders,
But it is we who follow,
Meaningless is our name,
Empty and hollow.
They are the monsters,
But then who are we,
Blind is our name,
And like them we cannot see.
They choose what we do,
Moves on the board,
Collectables is our name,
And it is us they hoard.
They decide our fate,
Doing with us as they please,
Useless is our name,
For they are rid of us with ease.
They choose to dim,
To marre out the light,
Darkness is our name,
And with it goes our sight.
They are in control,
But ask yourself,
Are you a puppet,
A doll on a shelf.
No you are not,
And Jesus has control,
Lifting every spirit,
Filling every heart's hole.
He brings us our joy,
He takes on our shame,
He cleaned us of our sin,
Forgiven is our name.
He does not ignore,
He removes all our strain,
He truly cares,
Loved is our name.
He feels for us,
He accepts our pain,
He listens to us,
Special is our name.
He does not boast,
He does not brag of his fame,
He uplifts us,
Irreplaceable is our name.
He does not abandon,
He called and we came,
He guides us forever,
Blessed is our name.
He does not favour,
Or place any claim,
No, my God calls me,
By my name. ❀

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