A poem in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 4/9/2020:

I beg you to kiss me.
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.
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Psalm 2:

¹⁰ Therefore, you kings, be wise;
    be warned, you rulers of the earth.
¹¹ Serve the Lord with fear
    and celebrate his rule with trembling.
¹² 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.

1 Corinthians 7:

²³ You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of human beings.

James 1:

¹⁷ Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

1 Peter 1:

Praise to God for a Living Hope

³ 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,

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