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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Did You Really Make Me, Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You said you could take my doubts<br>I'm sorry I'm not filled with love an adoration right now<br>But this is what I think, I know you'd want me to be honest<br>So this is what I'm really wondering, so answer me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did you really make me, me? <br>God you gave me eyes to see<br>God you gave me every hair on head <br>God you gave me life and now I'm not dead<br>You said you gave me all the gifts I had<br>For the longest time <br>I scorned these gifts saying I had none, not even this rhyme<br>But you're my loving Father, God you're my dad <br>But did you really make me me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You gave me all of my gifts, so You gave me the gift to run <br>You gave me everything, so You gave me the motivation to run<br>Didn't you God? <br>Doesn't this mean that you gave me this desire? <br>I love to hike, I love each and every esplanade<br>Did you MAKE me to love them prior<br>Or did I learn to? <br>Did you make me with my desires, all of them, was that really You? <br>If it was then aren't you pleased when I run <br>Aren't you pleased when I do those things You made me for<br>Even if it makes my legs sore, my mind sore, whatever sore. <br>Aren't you pleased with me, pleased with your son? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did You MAKE me with ALL my desires, everything I like to do<br>Do You bless my efforts with them too <br>I just don't understand why I like anything unless you made me that way<br>I just don't understand because what I really want to say <br>Right now is that I'm doubting <br>I'm thinking<br>That I gave myself these desires, but Father <br>Sorry to be a bother<br>But I cannot handle that conclusion <br>Tell me it's all an illusion <br>Tell me my desires ARE from YOU<br>Because if they're not, I don't know what I'd do <br>I'd question everything that I do<br>I might even start to question You too<br>I wouldn't know my purpose or if I should run <br>If I should spend hours in the sun<br>If I should play video games or eat ramen <br>If I should ride my bike <br>If I should go out and hike<br>This is way too much of a strain<br>I cannot bear this burden of worrying about what to do <br>So please tell me it's from You<br>Please tell me you made me to run God<br>God you said You can handle my doubts.... but I cant feel you right now<br>God I know you're there so I bow<br>But I'm doubting, tell me you made me Father.... Father....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please promise me that you made me, me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Knox">David Knox</a><div class=q>
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You said you could take my doubts
I'm sorry I'm not filled with love an adoration right now
But this is what I think, I know you'd want me to be honest
So this is what I'm really wondering, so answer me 

Dear God, 

Did you really mak..."></div>
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