Walking thru the valley of the shadow of death
We already know there ain’t too many like us left. Appointed, anointed, and chosen to be the official reps of the Word the truth we know in depth. Battling in warfare, nothing about our life has been fair, haters wanna talk and stare, yet our gangster they yet dare to test. Cause though it may appear we are less, we were divinely created by the best. Destined for success and strong enough to clean up this mess. It’s surreal to us too, we will confess.
Time is on the go, the things we have been revealed… you don’t even bout much know
We are loved by Yahweh more than every flake in Antarctica snow. Surrendered, filled with fire, today matters, and the future will be even radder. All we want to do is Higher yah is the plug and he is our supplier of everything we can imagine or even desire. We are nothing without faith and love with that could fill up every corner and space…Can’t wait to get back home to see his face.
Written on 12/11/16