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I Stand All Amazed.

Some days are easier than others. This is how it has always been since the day I was born, and this is how it will be until the day I take my last breath. I will spend countless hours lost in a world where people love to hate more than they love to love. I don't understand how things change so quickly, nor will I ever. There is a hope burning deep inside my heart, a hope that keeps me hanging on to the things that I have faith in. My love for our Savior seems to consume me like a burning building. All it takes is one flame, and my heart loves him more and more. What a honorable man Jesus Christ was. He was a man of selfless charity, a faith in all people, and had a love for those who even turned their heads away from him. He is a person we all should strive to be like. A person who is meek, humble, giving, hopeful, selfless, and kind. I could go on all day talking about this great man who is the key to so many different faiths. Striving to live our lives in a way that Christ would is never a easy task; They are those days where some are easier than others. Sacrifice is needed and you'll probably have to give up people and things that you love, but isn't that worth it? For someone to say that you are a Christ-like person would be the greatest honor anyone could ever receive. Winning that game, listening to that awful song, making perfect grades, does any of that matter if you are Christ-like? Not one bit. Okay, so winning that game and making perfect grades would be pretty nice, but we should all try to put CHRIST before anything else. Oh how I love this man. I know he loves me and I know he loves you, and that gives us all hope to smile on those hard days and to make it through (:


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