Every season that comes I shine through the darkest storm. I am not dimmed by the cloudy loom. There is a light that I shine through and shines through me, and that is God.
I never would have been able to waver the dark, if God hadn't come through for me. God knew that the storm wasn't his plan for me. He rescued me, filled me with inner strength and made me see things clearly. His light emptied my dark situation. I see Light, I see God. For God is my light out of every dark storm. Now I shine like never before in his light.
EFECOLLABS
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