Surrounded by blessings, it's all I see & hear
Lack is noise and it's being cancelled out
Wherever the enemy stays, lurking
I have Angels around, constantly watching
All of my supplies come from above,
I have no fears of it running out
When things look a little undesirable,
Stressing & worrying are unrequired,
I simply lift up my voice like a mass choir
And He does the works of His hands like He's unretired
A blessed life is that of faith & not of senses.

Misinformation is a tool used
by the media to ***** those
who would not dig to the root,
to find the truth.

What's the use of a huge load of
information if it ain't true—it's no good

Bold captions aren't always true depiction
of the actual situation
Don't be played by corporations
and institutions that want to keep
us in subjection.

Beware of their manipulations
Stay woke!

Forgiveness
liberates
the forgiver.
Healing
never finishes
without
the offended
forviging
the offender.

...And this time
She didn't want him to fix her situation
She only needed him to listen carefully
To understand her feelings & emotions
without him trying to offer any solution

But his brain was like a search engine
Busy scanning and searching for answers
Thus, failing to make an emotional connection.

*******... She reached for the door
But he was wise enough to not let her go
Then he asked where he had gone wrong
With tears in her eyes, she said...
Empathy means more to her than a quick fix

And he totally agreed that he had flawed
He then listened intently to her, knodding
his head as she poured out her heart
And that night ended with a warmly hug
That's all she desired & she slept with a smile.

This life that I live
Is a second version of you
Or an exact copy of you
I might as well live it in you

My vision is blurred
So is my mission flawed
Because I lost mine,
And what I'm living is yours

I wanted to be like you
It appears I've forgone my path
Now, I need to get it right
And get back on my track

I'm done with you
I'm tired and sick
I don't mean to disrespect you
But I figured my life is unique!

I can't understand why I'm still breathing
You were my reason for living
I can't believe one day u would be leaving
As I'm writing this, I'm weeping
I just hope you are kidding
Baby, I'm right here pleading
I cry out loud, pls recieve me!

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    c             e                  a                      s
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                    a         h          r          m       L              
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My desire is that
an abundance of these
will pour upon your life
and that of your household
and they will produce fruits in you.

What an amazing Masterpiece you are
But, a Masterpiece cannot be valued by all
If allowed, some would even rip it into pieces
See, it's easier to admire (like) something
than to cherish (care for) that same thing

Plus, some people are not ready to make sacrifices
So, protect your heart, knowing how valuable it is
Don't place it into any hand that doesn't know its worth
Remember, you are God's cherished Masterpiece.

The mind is like a plunge pool
Where waterfall of thoughts
And information flows into
The size and depth of the pool depends on
The volume and height of the waterfall
The hardness of the mind also determines
How deep the pool can go

Receive good thoughts and information
On an unhardened mind!

Why is it easier to spread the message of
fear and get the people terrified, petrified
Than it is to propagate the message of
love and get the people inspired, unified.

Is fear truly more powerful than love?
Does fear have a stronger grip than love?
Are we more receptive to fear than love?
Are we more fed with fear than love?
Is love the answer or is love overrated?

Or maybe I should just ask—
what really is Love?

I was going to see a friend who lives about 2 hours drive away
I merged on the highway with 2 other cars
To join the hundreds of cars on the road
As I drove...
I saw cars branch off the highway
I saw cars broken down by the roadside
I overtook some cars and
Some other cars overtook me as well
I left some cars behind and they passed me later
I competed with some drivers like we were headed the same place
After all the driving and competition,
I arrived at my destination alone
Does this not sound like life?