A poem in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 2\/25\/2020:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do you do for me?
My goodness is clear.
Don’t be afraid to carry me.
You can learn how to do it.
You don’t need to worry.
I can do it better than others.
I want to go to the church.
He drew me to the perfect water.
Just send it to me.
Call me a rock and roll.
Who is your god.
I have come to you.
What a nice day.
Could you please add me? <\/em><\/p><\/p>
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1 Samuel 2:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
2 <\/sup>\u201cNo one is holy like the Lord,
For there is<\/em> none besides You,
Nor is there<\/em> any rock like our God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Psalm 107:8-9 <\/h4>\n\n\n\n
8 <\/sup>Oh, that men<\/em> would give thanks to the Lord for<\/em> His goodness,
And for<\/em> His wonderful works to the children of men!
9 <\/sup>For He satisfies the longing soul,
And fills the hungry soul with goodness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Isaiah 12:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n