We alway ask the question,
What am I?
Am I anything at all?

Do I mean something if I fall?
Does it matter if I stand up?

Should I just give up?
It seem the more we try the more We fail.

Do I ever pass?
Or am I always last.

A question,
That Wont stop getting asked until it's answered.

My question has an answer.

When you believe, God will let you receive.
His Grace, his love and so much more from above.

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