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I'm thinkin bout this struggle that people talk about. The struggle that often makes me pout.
Many time its as if the load is mounumental.Then I remember that it's all mental.
As I walk up this hill every step is harder than the one before.Not only have windows closed but so have doors.
Yet this isn't the first struggle.We've made it through the rest.
But why can't we understand that this is only a test.
If we didn't know this struggle,we may not be as grateful for the blessings.
We will remain relentless,preesing through towards OUR keepings.
You know the kinda grateful that's aware of what it's like to "NOT HAVE"
Deep within pass your doubts and fears,you realize that God gets the last laugh.
Sometimes we feel beaten because our faith has withered.But let us remember.
This struggle makes us,PREPARES us for the hustle, the tumbles.
Please know that this too shall pass and be thankful for the struggle
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