Every hindrance is to be thrown off and run with perseverance. Toss sin aside. Run amok! (Amok, Amok, Amok) If I keep my eyes on the prize (Jesus) I am not worried about stuff. I am not ridden with guilt. I am carefree and down right skippy. Why do I blindly do what I am told by everyone else? Out with the old, in with the new; give thanks. Sin is no longer my master. Fix my eyes on what is unseen. I am renewed every day. Be good.
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