Beloveds I’m hurt. I broke down when I was no longer able to bear weight on my leg. I cried. I sobbed like a child in need of a father. My Father. Ah, God, what do I do with me now.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
This ministered to my soul. I don’t know the outcome of these tests. I beseeched God not to allow my voice to be taken. I’m having trouble speaking.
Be encouraged. We SHALL overcome even this. Talk to Him. Talk to me.
Hate, come over here and claim your well earned L!
Yea, I see you, hate. You mad, bro?
YAAASSS, hate, we beloveds saw you a mile away. HA! Hate we have no room for you. It’s check out time. Get packed, hate. We are fixing to kick you to the curb.
Take two seats, hate. Hate, there is no room, at the Inn. See, as Jesus lay in the manger, He declared your foolishness null and void.
Listen up, hate. We know that haters gotta hate. We understand that love, that Love, is the key.
Yes, hate our love SHALL unlock EVERY DOOR!
We see your tricks for what they are, hate:
We are done with you, hate. Hate, come over here and claim your well earned L!
We are going to love this world. We are going to care for one another, hate.
Don’t forget, clown, these words. Not today, hate!