I don’t make this stuff up.
I was chief of demon housing until Yahweh saw fit to clean me up.
I didn’t really know that I was wrong in partaking of Yahshua’s body and his blood without merit when I sipped those cups.
All I knew was these hoes did me wrong the night of the high speed chase after Mazzika’s when I wrecked Pop’s truck.
Out there like a beast in those streets with a rage against everything and observing the people believe in a luck.
I don’t make this stuff up.
When your friends turn against you, walk out on you or leave you stranded, consider it a favor from Yahweh and let it turn out to be what’s up.
Don’t sit around waiting to find out how much you can take when you know that you’ve already had enough.
If you think you a bit soft, they calling you a coward, or somebody made you look like a punk: I’m coming through to tell you to be in courage and you are tough.
YAHWEH is worthy and YAHWEH is able.
Keep a zeal for life. Never give up.
We live in the latter days without moral standards, so it took the proposal of respecting life for me to see so many women angry enough to stand up.
So pray fervently. Seek Him earnestly, and you won’t ever have to wonder who to call on when it gets rough.
