The distraction was the prosecution of forty five
The failed play, was to secure an election
Refusal to submit to being led or being covered
Consequently means forfeiting protection
Fragile feelings get hurt by facts
A fool despises correction
If tithes only requires ten percent
Why do congregations solicit multiple collections?
If you don’t sow, it’s impossible to reap
Reality is often harsh
Greatness awaits those that execute effectively
And also with confidence when facing great odds
The flood waters have receded
All praise to the Most high for bringing me through
Age has robbed me of my youthful vigor
However my senses are keen,
my spiritual and mental remain acute
A viral moment is a powerful speck in time
But beloved, what comes next?
Many want to be feared because their hearts hold fear
I would rather share a mutual respect
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