apples to cross

*does intro dance while 'Love on the radio by the Walls group' play* Ijo!!! Thats right :) Hi guys!!!! sup sup sup? How's it going? Beautiful right? Missed me? lol!!! Thank you T.Notes for always commenting...you know I appreciate you...and are congratulations in order? :D Today I'm blogging on a double dose oh...yes, testifying and bringing some cranial content your way. This cranial content wasn't written by me but rather by Kenny K'ore . He posted it on Facebook (this past Sunday) and of course, (because I concur) with his permission, its my cranial content for today. I hope you'll stay in context and understand the deep truth belted out. ----------- The blogger testifies  I know the Owner...yes, He who knows all things and owns the heavens and the earth and every single thing. I testify of His grace and mercy. I am a living testimony. Praise the LORD. ---------- Cranial Content by Kenny K'ore If its not good for all, it is not good at...

Don't stop doing what you're doing because you are not being recognized, you're here to work for the LORD. You may or may not be recognized, when you do don't let it get into your head, when you don't, don't let it pain you in the head...Jesus sees, do your best and that's enough. I am here, to give God pleasure, to give Him twale! ~Dew

My DADDY has me on HIS mind. Sometimes that's all I need to think about. I testify of God's grace, from food to eat to HIS corrections, words cannot be enough. I'm thankful for my friends, for my dad and mum, for my brother and sister, for me, for you...yes, I'm grateful. I'm thankful for movement, for the opportunity to be changed from glory to glory. I want Jesus! What are you thankful for/about? Have a wonderful week people. Jesus Joy :) ~Dew

Szia :) Hi guys, beautiful weekend right? So yesterday I dropped a hint about doing a weekend post. Here's poetry once again. I hope you enjoy it...and the rest of the weekend :) TO THE GODS WE HAVE MADE To the gods they made I write as them I am not them To the gods we have made the ones we put in our shrines sacrificing our little ones who wipes out lives   the ones we can change like diapers when we see a stronger one... yet still one as powerless in display, sometimes just like the gods we have made You see I became aware of myself at a tender age I cannot recall the day I was birthed but yet these gods I recall the day I carved them without fair skin, yes...this is without blue eyes I can totally relate with it away with the white man's words its all for imprisonment! this is the god we have made then the preacher says my god is dead yet I offer sacrifices  although rotting sometimes,  I know he gets t...