Just Me And Me

Today jst looks wrong, wrong, wrong. It was first an unnecessary arguement at home dat made me say some wrong things and alas it went d wrong way. Then d office, a man who is a pain in d neck, why is he always picking on me? Wat ave i done wrong?

Victory over sickness and the sting of death, papa is still alive today not by power or by might but "by my spirit saith the Lord". 3 weeks looks like 3 years of anxiety, stress, depression and despair. Lord I worship you because you have decided to spare him that he may tell of goodness to generations to come. You said an infant amongst us shall be a hundred years, that we shall not plant and another reap, we shall not bring forth for trouble, that you will not inflict us with "this disease" of the egyptians. Lord you are great cos you stood by these words. We believed and trusted and you dint fail.

But i continue asking why? Why is the CHURCH no more a place of refuge but a trap of death, greater politics than the world exist there, greater decadence than the world exist there, when you are alone to speak the truth, they use everything including diabolical means to fight, IN THE CHURCH 

we dey o 

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