It is curious that we reject truth.
It is as if there is some psychosis distorting our grasp of reality and self worth.
It is curious that we reject truth.
It is as if there is some psychosis distorting our grasp of reality and self worth.
“my dream”
new poem
my dream is that my people will finally become a nation
and submit to the Creator with such dedication
that it would be impossible to justify the injustice of denying us reparations
I dream that the government will be overtaken
by the kingdom
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.- 1 Corinthians 15:56
Death has no sting to those who have died to themselves…the law has no curse to those who have it written on their hearts…when you have given up your life the enemy cant threaten you with the FEAR of taken it, because its not YOUR life anymore. Continue reading
“…a good poet knows that their poems are like seeds
and if it is deep enough
it will take root in your soul
you can go back and read when its rough
like scrolls
in your grief there is grace
keep your feet planted in faith
please!
suceed for us
your life is encouraging more people than you can
ever know.”