Don’t renovate the hate
That
separates
But restore the core
Of what Christ spake
Resurrect the circumspect
Of words
that uphold the bold
My soul is sold
Not to the words of this world,
The cold
The soiled and spoiled
The bruised and misused
But the words of old
A mould that folds
And surrounds me
It doesn’t crowd me
The Love from above that tells me
Christ’s pain was insane
And for me a gain
The breath of death
Bereft of gravity,
insanity
And more humanity
So we perceive
From Him to receive
The wings of clarity
To cruise unbruised
On the wings of our own reality
Willem Taute
Comments
Hi williams,
how are you doing,i hope God is good to you.i have not heard from you after the last time u sent me a happy birthday from ethiopia?i hope you are fine,i have tried searching this site to see ur blog so i can on it and say something concerning ur commitment and work and all God did with ur firend through out ur visit and my short experience with ur guys in the bus on our way from Mali to Ouga.
I pray God will keep blessing u all for the sacrifice and commitment to Gods work.
My family extends there warmest regards to u all and ur families and all what u are doing.
Please rememeber that Christ is coming.
Stay bless.
keep preaching the word of God and dont relent in due time u shall all be rewarded.
Evangelist Emmanuel Emenike from Nigeria.