𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘, 𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗨𝗣!

My soul longs for greener pasture, it longs to be in His side. My Father—I hear Him calling. Though the bait of sin is luring me away, I will not deny that I will hear His call. Wake me up, wake me up. O brethren, wake me up, for I have slept the sleep of death. Who will tell them that i have fallen asleep? Who will tell them that the message i have been preaching isn’t a product of my living? Who will tell my covenant sister that my eye now goes after the tane sons of the land? Who will tell my prayer group members that the testimony of deliverance I gave some months ago, has taken me captive again? Why does my own even have to be like this? I tried, I am trying. O, how wretched I am. Notification just came in that I am to take the sermon in tomorrow’s service. O my God! Who will tell them that I just stood up from the bed of an harlot?

Weep! O weep for her! Wail, wail so loud, maybe, just maybe she will wake.

I am that woman – gradually slumbering deeper and deeper into sin. A genuine intercession for me may just wake me up, a genuine follow up might just do the wonder, a genuine act of compassion to checkup on me, might just make me open up all I am battling with.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬.

Do the needful..

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