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Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit is the strength and help of my life. God is the author and inspiration behind all of my poems. :)

Saturday, June 19, 2021

I am His mighty saint!

I am a glutton, I am a thief, I am an adulterer. But God forgives me. Now, I am washed clean. Pretty and perfect in His sight. His precious handmaiden, His mighty saint!

Chong Shipei at 1:19 AM

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Chong Shipei: Some says God is real, some says God is not. Some asks me, "Dear XXX, do you think God is real or not." I laugh and I smile, and I give them no answer, what a foolish question to ask me, when God talks and walks with me, everyday of my life. I am puzzled by the people, looking at them, I stand amazed, why are people trying so hard to prove or disprove someone that is just beside me all the times. True, I cannot see His face. True, I cannot touch His hands. But I thought I can feel His heart beating every single moment of my life. When I am sad, I feel He is sad. When I laugh, He laughs with me. When I am scared, He says, "Hush, don't fear." When I am bad, He is not afraid to discipline me. But no matter what, God is just there besides me, like a Father, like a brother, like a friend, a master and a husband, every moment of my life. And I think I know Him even if I do not see His face, I can feel He is there with me, every moment, indeed!

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