I have a place to stay in the human body; I sometimes stay in a hotel called digestive juices, or a motel called blood or brothel called Feme ekgolo. But mostly in a restaurant called sperm. Everybody knows me! Yebo, yes! I am HIV, the son of AIDS and I was born in one human body during unsafe sex, but I multiplied like a bull. You may ask the rich, the poor, Blacks, Whites, males, females, doctors, sangomas. They all know me very well as my young brother ...
Do not be deceived the Lords return is near, For many, you do not want to hear. Of the Lords loving Grace we share, When the whole world is in despair. It is God’s love that gets us through, For to God it matters not who. The door is open to all, Especially to those who fall. Through Jesus’ blood we are saved, To bring the Lord glory we are made. To the Lord give your heart, With him make a new start. ...
It is not known who replied, but there is a beautiful person working in the dead letter office of the US postal service. Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you ...
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