Slavery and it’s minions are always marching;
they never remain devoid of their plans;
tyrants never plan to be among the starving;
even those who’ve bloodied their hands.
Beware of those seeking power over others;
their true motives are never to serve;
while taking freedoms of sisters and
In eternity past, as a seed I was planted;
only a mere thought, the Master found.
His honor and all glory, I was granted;
this mere seed; grown in the ground.
I’ve since forgotten that place of my birth;
which was always meant my true home;
since long ago:
We live in an age of information;
so very much has been learned;
but when it comes to dissemination;
not nearly enough is discerned.
Seed of information is plentiful;
tho much of it grows to weeds;
very little turns out bountiful;
supplying for all of our needs.
Many of its
…In Eden’s garden, that fateful day;
in the heavenly realm above;
the Master’s energy came into play;
birthing a power called love.
More impactful, than that of man;
for it’s the glue of all creation;
an essential part of the Master’s plan;
the power behind salvation.
I am a child; offspring of the King;
ageless, and bearing little worth;
doing my best, Wisdom to bring;
for it was my purpose to birth.
I’ve traveled this road many times before;
attempting to love and to share;
now, I find myself traveling it once more;
to show
Lord, I humbly pray for relief;
for I simply can no longer hide;
the depth of my unending grief;
is all of my Love, multiplied.
I’m shaken to the very core of belief;
for all life is held in your hand;
and I patiently pray for your relief;
to
There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.
Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for
I often wonder why others plan,
those things they desire to hide;
often thinking I’d like to scan;
to discover their motives inside.
But motives are designs by others;
not made for my eyes to see;
thoughts of sisters and brothers;
not meant for the likes of me.
What
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