Songs won't do
Poems won't do
Words won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Maybe I'll find the songs to express
Maybe I'll find the poems to express
Maybe I'll find the words to express
When I'm finally with you
Tears won't do
Kisses won't do
Joy won't do
Neither will dance steps do
Looking forward to when
I'm gonna be with you
To behold your crystal face
And stay right by you
Time won't do
Age won't do
Arts won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Read Part 4 here On this third day of praise, I felt like drinking Chinese tea. My praise jam was on already and I was reading my bible and making my confessions in preparation for my dance. I couldn’t shake off the urge to drink the tea. I made it and started sipping. I started cramping badly. I was wondering why is this happening, I’ve had my period already. I don’t have endometriosis anymore. I will tell you how God delivered me from that one shortly.I continued my dance in pain. Before I knew it, I felt pressured below. I washed my hands and sent it there. Men and brethren, Look who came out . Both are the same fibroid. Picture 1: After I washed it. Picture 2: When it just fell out. I felt different emotions at once. One of which was fear. Ah God! What is this again? Are there more? What next? How long would this monster keep coming back? I summoned courage and resumed my praise. I gave my best dance that third day. Shortly afterwards, my husband called. I di...
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