DO NOT WORRY

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A Short poem by Ajayi Beloved: read and stay blessed

leave no space for worries,
forget not in a hurry,
that your savior has taken all your sorry,
in exchange, He gave you victory
yours is a glorious story
a story of great glory
for you have ascended success storey
and moving from glory to glory




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