"Am I worthy enough to wake up each morning, and use the firstfriuts of my loins, and the voice of my words, to bring upon blessings than cursing? Everyday I question why my existence is so important, when in my mind it only brings more confusion? You whisper in my ear, to arise be productive, minister unto what you've learned to the next, but I ask who would listen to me? Am I worthy to take your temple as a holy sacrifice, but turn it over to whore around with women and devils, just to come back to you, beaten and torn? How long will you allow this travesty to continue? While my spirit says enough with the childish, my flesh finds delight in the opposite. Why, O Lord will you just correct me, and hear me when I say I'm just tired of spitting on your gifts, make them seem like their useless, when I know their so much more. God, why am I worthy of the small and not the big? Why am I not able to stand boldly on the promise that you'll be there to fight my battles when I'm weak? I know your everything that I need, and with my all I want to give you everything that I am. The question I'm still looking for an answer on is am I worthy?"
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