NOW BEHOLD THE QUEEN!

They say time is running out

But with you I gain time

Oh how my soul wait to see this day

I will patiently wait to behold

The beauty and splendor of my Queen.

A thousand hours flashes like lightening

As God’s breathe sends down the ice

With sixty-one thousand hours of service

Yet not remembered like a wounded vet

But the joy ahead of me

Energizes me to endure the pains

Of a freezing seat by coffee I never tasted

And though the wait felt like waste

God kept me busy with His Work

I am confident within me that

God has reserved her for me

But I still haven’t figured out

The Reservation Code.

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Love is an Umbrella

‪Love is an umbrella ‬

‪It covers you‬

‪Both in the rainy days ‬

‪And during sunshine ‬

‪Though umbrella can be red‬

‪Love covering is pure‬

‪And though some umbrellas‬

‪Cannot withstand storms‬

‪Love is inherently storm-resistant‬

‪So when knocked down‬

‪Never destroyed‬

But rather, strengthens the foundation

‪Cause ‘we are built for this!’‬

She’s Healing

Child grows up

Graced up with superpowers

Yes, superpowers to overcome her fears

Though the road isn’t straight

The vacation isn’t pleasant

She knows deep down that she’s brave

She’s got the powers

More than wonder-woman

She’s got real power and courage

And she’s defeating the demons

One at a time

Yes, she’s got superpowers

She’s telling her stories

And one day we will all as always

Be proud of her

As we see her on our TV’s

Empowering young woman!

The enemies meant it for evil

But Grace turned it for her honour!

FYI – this is a follow up with https://mrchrislove.com/2019/06/10/remove-the-stigma/

Dead To The Fear of Death

What is stronger than death if we will all die?

How strong is death if its part of life?

If we will die someday why should we be afraid of death?

Yet, we will not all die because One died for us all

He paid the prize so we will all become change for Him

We are dead to the fear of death

Death died before we were even born

And we resurrected with the power over death

Immortality is brought back to light

So let us let our lights so shine before men

That they see our fearlessness over death

And glorify the One who paid the prize

For death has no power over the risen

Happy Victory Life

You Bastard!

We are all here claiming and professing to be from the royal family because we know the King’s name or by adoption through the son’s blood.

Hopefully when the son comes shining like the stars he won’t call us bastard because we missed the way by following our ways.

May we not live like our ancestors who were exiled from the kingdom for their ill-doings. But rather be like our forefathers who were enshrined into the kingdom despite their wrongdoings. Amen!