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I am not worthy of my face, my name let alone the life God gave me. I bare sins of my forefathers and of myself for I am a sinner.

Yet God shed his own blood to save people like me, so I kneel before him and his white throne and cast away my life without hesitation if he so commands it. So I proclaim him to all those that listen and read my words.

Once I let myself fall and yield to the Lord my God I couldn't help but want to be like him, to strive to be like him. Now I sit here, Looking at God's work I cant help but wonder. One day can I be capable of the same perfection?