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Every life has a story
Some scars have appeared
Believing that love was far
When it was always near
My scars tell my story of how I’ve overcome
From a place with a wall
And feeling very numb
Numb to the outcome of what could be
Numb to my situation that I could not flee
Numb with no emotion
Not shedding a tear
Until I heard a voice I needed to hear
Speak so eloquently and oh so clear
I kneeled on my knees
I needed to pray
He placed every step as He made a way
To what do I owe this display
Made in the potter's hands
I’m His clay
Molded, shaped, after His will
He gave me what I needed to fulfill
So don’t rush Because of time
Don’t dwell on the wants
I convey
He is my shield, my gateway