A poem in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 4\/9\/2020: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I beg you to kiss me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n 10 <\/sup>Therefore, you kings, be wise; <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n 23 <\/sup>You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of human beings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n 17\u00a0<\/sup>Every good and perfect gift is from above,\u00a0coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,\u00a0who does not change\u00a0like shifting shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n 3 <\/sup>Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Do not chase after friends.
Just be you.
Get ready yourself.
Worship me.
You can feel the warmth of life.
I have no time left.
Do not forget me.
I am a proud father.
With the rod I bought it, to reestablish it.
I was stripped of my dignity.
I love you very much.
How I bought a sheep.
I don’t want to talk about religion.
I want to work with you. <\/strong><\/em>
– – – – – – – – – – <\/p>\n\n\n\nPsalm 2:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
be warned, you rulers of the earth.
11 <\/sup>Serve the Lord with fear
and celebrate his rule with trembling.
12 <\/sup>Kiss his son, or he will be angry
and your way will lead to your destruction,
for his wrath can flare up in a moment.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n1 Corinthians 7:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
James 1:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
1 Peter 1:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
Praise to God for a Living Hope<\/h4>\n\n\n\n