It's a shame you ain't going no where
I'm tired of this lying, people are dying; You're complaining but know you can't maintain it. It's a shame, you ain't going no where, It's a shame you ain't going no where, It's a shame you ain't going no where! Contemplating, but oh you mistaken, now you know, you're perpetrating a fraud by taken'. Can't stand the rain? Get an unbrella thats new; it gonna cost you, so don't complain. Sho 'nuff going to cost you must be insane. Or are you afraid because they're not like you?
"Shack -At- Tack"!
BE REAL! STOP LYING! IT AIN'T EASY Well it’s been a while since I’ve responded to the current events or flow of the secular or spiritual worldliness. However, all of these headlines about Shack O’Neil has caught my attention. So here goes MY thoughts and MY comments on the subject. MY POINT OF VIEW! BE REAL! Shack is giving all praises to #45 as the greatest president of all times. All the accolades and praises come from his point of view based on his elite status, financial
Are you Shackled? Voluntarily or NAH
According to definitions researched, to be Shackled means; to be restrain, restrict, limit, constrain, handicap, hamper, hinder, impede, obstruct, inhibit, check, or curb. Hummm... Are you feeling or actually SHACKLED within your ministry by yourself or others? You may be asking, What you talking about? Who you talking to? Why is this relevant to me? Well let me start with myself. Thirty-some years ago, as a young minister, I was led to believe that I needed or must have pre-
The insanity called FORGIVENESS
Our reality has always existed, to which we knew sticks and stones caused temporary pain but words were damaging hurtful and echoed in our m
The spirit of Judas
The spirit of Judas... Iscariots is alive and well seeking a warm body; weak ground to dwell. The death of his body gave way to the spell, Cold and haunting; too cold, so it tells. Roaming the land, seeking to devour; in the heart with envy, secretly not to unveil. Truth be told, money is his lure. Power and prestige is the bate not the cure. In and around the mist of old; unraveling its web around unknowing feet. First it smiles and welcome you in. Acknowledging y