A poem in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 3/18/2020:

Read my lesson.
Your blessing is upon me.
Don’t be fooled.

I want you to win.
I can still get everything done.
You have a very important time for me to interact.

I do not need to hide.
Just take a deep breath.
Why don’t you have a rod in your hand?

My first real test is the next one.
I want to show you why I can be proud of you.
Times to encourage.

So we shall all increase.
There is no question about it.
I love you and i love you.
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Exodus 4:

¹⁷ And you shall take this rod in your hand, with which you shall do the signs.”

Psalm 23:

⁴ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Isaiah 60

The Gentiles Bless Zion

60 Arise, shine;
For your light has come!
And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.
² For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth,
And deep darkness the people;
But the Lord will arise over you,
And His glory will be seen upon you.
³ The Gentiles shall come to your light,
And kings to the brightness of your rising.

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