I don't know how.
I wonder why I'm still alive.
I ask myself some questions.
I just want to thank you, Lord.
Thank you for the extra life.
I'm in my bonus years.
Thank you, Lord, for keeping me alive.
I know I should have died.
But I am still here.
With my half-lung.
The lung was complete.
But something terrible happened.
It had to remain incomplete.
Out of what I've been through!
I have half a lung.
I had no idea that lungs might become harmed.
Even without smoking.
I experienced abuse and was severely beaten.
It damaged my lungs.
I'm not sure how I survived.
I simply thank God for the additional years.
I'm delighted. I'm still here.
I'm still alive.
Lord I thank you!
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Gloria Penelope
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Amazing 🤩 very well written
Oh it is a different perspective. Thank you!