We cannot speak into rock filled hearts. The Soil is difficult, right from the start. We have to pray “God soften the soil.” Let there be blessing where ever I toil.”
The seed is not bad, it came from God’s hand. He put it within you now don’t plant in the sand. Don’t question God, what he gave you is good. Build gems of his thinking, not stubble or wood.
-a spontaneous poem by Laura Grace
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God has called me to share and help build up the Body Of Christ by sharing testimonies and revelations imparted to me by him.
My heart is to see God rescue your soul, from whatever keeps you from being close to him. If it's relationships that are bad (so bad you cannot function) he wants to deliver you. He truly did come to make the captives free.
I can be reached at sisterzeal@yahoo.com
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