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Love isn't Just for Valentines Day

He was a vision in white shining bright that summer night with an S on his vest and crowned in a halo; a golden glow Our mutual friend from university unbeknownst to her presented and paraded before me the prince on his high horse, my knight in shining armour They had been in their clique for years while I had been with them for a month Each day I would say a little prayer for him to bless his heart and warm his soul but all he gave me were cold expressions on his face; he gave me no...
That Moment Someone Loves You Back

He was a vision in white shining bright that summer night with an S on his vest and crowned in a halo; a golden glow Our mutual friend from university unbeknownst to her presented and paraded before me the prince on his high horse, my knight in shining armour They had been in their clique for years while I had been with them for a month Each day I would say a little prayer for him to bless his heart and warm his soul but all he gave me were cold expressions on his face; he gave me no favour Meanwhile, she was planning on transforming their friendship...alone; thankfully, he was always with his friends or on his iPhone I approached him and his friends and to my surprise his face lit up and he stepped closer Nervously, I reached out for his hand to show him mine and the love of God the Father It was a risk for I was uncertain about his motives and intention "Was his fascination based on carnal desires or a sign of affection?" I stepped out onto a tightrope without a mat or net to catch me I leaped out of the...

That Moment Someone Loves You Back
Love personified is the lover of your soul, the friend of your personality and the saviour of your spirit. He is it, He is love and love is Him. He quietly waits for his beloved to give him all that belongs to him; He is kind, He is never jealous or self-absorbed. He is never rude even when we deserve to be disrespected. He is not seeking vengeance for those who stole his last Rolo, Rolex, or Rolls-Royce. He is peace producing, patient, overcoming, empowering, magnificent, mighty, powerful, and wondrous, saving, soothing and refreshing. Even the scent of water...
Agape

Love personified is the lover of your soul, the friend of your personality and the saviour of your spirit. He is it, He is love and love is Him. He quietly waits for his beloved to give him all that belongs to him; He is kind, He is never jealous or self-absorbed. He is never rude even when we deserve to be disrespected. He is not seeking vengeance for those who stole his last Rolo, Rolex, or Rolls-Royce. He is peace producing, patient, overcoming, empowering, magnificent, mighty, powerful, and wondrous, saving, soothing and refreshing. Even the scent of water brings old, withered and decaying plants back to full vitality. For the worst sinners within every society he has provided, through his own hardship , springs of fresh tongue tantalising pure water. The only problem is our wicked, ungrateful and self- serving hearts. Thankfully, whenever we choose to respect His place within our our souls, societies and solar system, he stops the sun beating down on our dehydrated skin and submerges us in quiet pools. In His home even the stranger is welcome and as long as he is in the premises he will neither hunger nor thirst. He who...

Agape

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London’s burning! London’s burning! Can you the hear the engines racing? Can you feel the temperature heating up as you approach the M1? I can see a dark thick great cloud of smog looming over the horizon This is not an ordinary fire It’s bringing warmth to cold souls It’s giving us a holy desire And it’s filling us like bowls It’s purifying the city It’s burning up delinquency It’s tempering both young and old And it’s refining hearts of gold This inferno fans itself and directs the cool wind away from the metropolis Nothing can quench this blaze...
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