A poem in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 3/23/2020:
How do you relate to the harvest?
The results will be perfect.
What is the fruit of it?
I hope you win the race.
Just send me your blessing.
And you will see it clearly.
Hold me tight and we can reach you.
Do the same for me.
Take my breath away.
Cause me to be elevated
Our own home is built and furnished.
Do you know who you are?
It is not up to you to kill yourself.
I’m going to be honest.
Keep your feet to the ground.
Marry me and make me happy.
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Matthew 9:
37 Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few.
John 14:
3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
Psalm 103:
Praise for the Lord’s Mercies
A Psalm of David.
103 Bless the Lord, O my soul;
And all that is within me, bless His holy name!
2 Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget not all His benefits:
3 Who forgives all your iniquities,
Who heals all your diseases,
4 Who redeems your life from destruction,
Who crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies,
5 Who satisfies your mouth with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
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