An angel was released from the heavens with a peacock feather quill in one hand and a blank scroll in the other, the only instruction given to the angel was "write what you see"...
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Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Two part bio
The volunteer
(part 1)
We gathered together to hear what the Father had to say….
He asked for a volunteer to live a life…
The description was horrid, sad and painful…..
No-one stepped up to the plate…
Shivering… fumbling, shattering teeth
I… my voice answered to His cry…
I…my lord, will live this life…
He blessed me with the strength of Oxen…
He gave me the courage of lions…
He armed me with the wisdom of our forefathers…
He crowned me with a fro….
My Father called me into His private chamber and schooled me about this life…
He informed me of the ups and downs….
He made me to understand… with his arms open wide of where the safety zone is…
He pointed to visions of events that will impact…
He showed me prophets and heros of our time….
He let me know that this life MUST! go on… I will have to follow the plan...
My Father already knew, I was the one… He needed me to answer my calling…
I thanked Him and accepted His blessings…
I am the volunteer of a special light…
The volunteer (continues) part 2
The Devine
Upon accepting the life that our father had to offer…
I came into existence unconscious of what to expect…
Father sent along with me a guide within my soul….
The words of “Foot prints in the sand” jeered my memory…
Whispers in the morning breeze were familiar to my ear…
With all the blessing my Father gave to me… to my surprise there was more.
He carefully placed the right amount of laughter…..
He carved out the perfect friends…
He rewarded me with many riches for all my struggles…and thought me how to nurture.
With all I’ve experienced and shared…. I no longer feel like a Volunteer…
I now know I am a chosen dear….
Like the sun, I AM the energy that flows through,… everywhere!.
BY
BERNADETTE JOSEPH
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