"While in my thoughts, I wanna celebrate Jesus. Not for pats on the back, or people to see me like a Pharisee, but just a child looking to emulate my big brother, and worship him for what he's done for me. Wanna celebrate him for the smoke, he fills in my lungs, to wake me up, give my limbs the ability to move, no sickness in my body, just with the right mind, to praise him for sitting on the throne. Don't know why he does it, but appreciate the fact, that he never slumbers or sleeps, but always ready to fight and protect me.
How he inspires me to wanna learn, cause at times I'm weak and ignorant in my thinking at times, but he never turns me away, but listens to me. I can cry, get mad and angry, and his response to me, be angry but sin not. Don't know who I'm talking to, just speaking on what he's done, and is to me. A father for guidance and direction. A brother closer to my soul. A corrector when I step out of line. What more can I say, that can describe how this man is so worthy, to me. My treasure when I don't have anything else. Praises to the man named Jesus!"
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