A Living Proof


When my spirit feels malnourished.
Something in me finds the strength and courage
To Read the word so I can help my spirit man flourish.
Medicine for the people of the oppressed.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
From the book of Mathew Chapter 11 Verse 28

Father help me to walk upon this path of the narrow and straight.
And things I don’t understand Teach me, Educate.
Though you know I feel inadequate You remind me to use the Tools you’ve bless me with.
The word of God cures the diseases that weaken our souls.
The Bible Proclaims these words in black ink typed So bold.

Pleasant words are as honeycombs,
sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
Originating from the book of Proverbs Chapter 16 Verse 24

Lord that word was good but I’m Yearning for more.
My lover, my Savior
The one whom I adore.
As I sit here watching the rising of the Sun,
Praising Yah being forever grateful for all that He’s done!

According to The book Of Isiah Chapter 25 Verse 1
O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name;
for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

Help me Father Just as you did Naomi and Ruth.
Thank You for a foundation and a roof.
Your grace and your mercies I’m a living proof.

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