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Callus on my Soul

 
Workn with my hands, leaves tough places on my hands after the blisters heal. This tough spot makes the next round of work hurt less, if at all.

Now a Callus on my Soul, comes after years of trying to rise, to elevate, to be at one with my Creator; yet banging, and rubbing, and scraping against a religion that does more to stifle my spirit than to bring me closer to the God who lovingly awakens me every day.
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