A poem in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 5/4/2020:
We think you can win the race.
Drink the oil.
You deserve our friendship.
Give yourself time to recover.
Do not forget what he says.
Come home!
Are you ready to marry?
And I have been comforted.
Then he went up to the king.
We have finally settled down.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
My work is done.
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Jeremiah 8:
22 Is there no balm in Gilead,
Is there no physician there?
Why then is there no recovery
For the health of the daughter of my people?
Revelation 21:
6 And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts.
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