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Like Love and Life

Gracious God, you’ve been all so good even at times I have been such a riff raff. It feels so good to know you’ve got my back. Now everything fits into place like a huge jigsaw puzzle, sometimes it leaves me puzzled how you condone my mischief and misdemeanor. I feel overwhelmed by your love, all I can offer is my heart, and all I can utter is my thanks. I now believe I was made for worship, living for you Lord and loving you Lord, these go hand in like love and like; like love and life.

 Like the Ark and the Priests
Like the mark and the Beast
Like a shark and the Seas
Like a track and its beats

 This not just a collection of some rhymes, it is collection of what I feel sometimes. Like trying to never be ashamed of my Lord, always repping my God. My God who has been running the biggest transformation agenda of all time, the keeper of all time, he who keeps pouring his grace on me all the time. I have a reason I will say this all the time, God’s love has no seasons-it is for all the times.

 So I will gladly carry my cross from here to mount Zion, doing my father’s will stumbling and getting up still. I’ll keep telling my friends, sticking with Jesus till the end, honoring him with my decisions and avoiding life’s delusions. Staying sharp and alert, doing what is right and at the same time dreading the tag Jew guy like plague, however I don’t mind being called a looser if Jesus wins in my life, and I win when Jesus wins.

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