His† Pickup I talk to the air pretending someone's there –it's only fair since no one sees how I comb my hair I go for days, weeks in this brave affair feeling angels everywhere then I fall to despair acknowledging no one's really there wondering if anyone really cares I go until I can't my hand to face in cry– this isn't fair too long I've been waiting for the care working, doing wanting someone truly there but...just surrounds me thin air I get completely lost in this temporary despair then...comfort arrives out of thin air I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me. the Lord is my strength and my song; He has become my salvation. revealing there's someone there someone who truly cares waiting, fighting there waiting to become fully before the Lord...bare dealing in past affairs –having courage to dare shouts of joy and victory resound in the tents of the righteous; the Lord's right hand has done mighty things! the Lord's right hand is lifted high; the Lord's right hand has done mighty things! victory is every where I can feel I in the air I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done. the Lord has chastened me severely, but He has not given me over to death. I know all won't be lost in despair I know there will be saved so many little hairs so I basked in this empty air as...taking place the attended affairs open for me the gates of righteousness; I will enter and give thanks to the Lord. this is the gate of the Lord through which the righteous may enter. I will give You thanks for You answered me; You have become my salvation. all things will be fair as comes...the perfect affair the stone the builders rejected has become the capstone; the Lord has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes. this is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. seeing truth...so there I anticipate with welcoming flair I know this heart I wear –out of pure despair comes a star's brilliant glare o Lord, save us; o Lord, grant us success. blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. from the house of the Lord we bless you. the Lord is God, and He has made His light shine upon us. with boughs in hand join in the festal procession up to the horns of the altar in bowed head...I do declare life is as it should be– it's not in the tear but in the solid of repair that God† reveals His† humble stare You are my God and I will give You thanks; You are my God and I will exalt You. give thanks to the Lord for He is good; His love endures forever.—Psalm 118
He’s Waiting On You!
(July 5, 2019)—I haven’t written in a while…been busy with the testimony of my recent events, which has proven not difficult, but more of a soul-searching deal that’s taking me nearing over a month now to work on. It’s okay. I have plenty time. There’s never a rush for things these days. In due time, they do come. But I have been working diligently and long hours. I went to bed at 5 a.m. this morning and woke up at around noon to people asking me if I felt the earthquake. No. I’ve been busy.
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