It is better to be the subject to ridicule, then to be there, oneself.

For because if thou art there, then does not thou mean, that ye listened. “Oh ye of little faith,” for if the wise do speak their truth. Then who am I, but the messenger, disguised through glasses, eyes of heavenly dew?

For it is better to bear the pain. For when the tide rolls in, there be I, with He, who made me — whole in His entirety, straightway from hell, into his heaven.  

    Thanks be to, The Father, Holy art thou, who made the Heavens, and the Earth, for it is, God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. Which has brought us out of the dunghills?  

    I have lost man’s way, but in God’s way, I have triumphed. For God, straightway, showed me the way, out of the darkness. Through the long tunnel of darkness. I have not been satisfied, with man’s way. God’s way, is greater than you can imagine. He is the life and light of our souls. He has not forsaken us, we have Him.

     Lord, forgive us, for being, so weak, in faith. Bless people, with the ability, to know, that you have been with them, all the while, and stir their spirit. 

    Bring a song to their ear, throughout their being. Bring dance, to their bodies, to rejoice, in the movements, of our bodies. Bring gladness, to hearts, for sure there is an end to pain. Lord, recognize not I, who am writing, but to all the people, who yet are afflicted. February 24, 1996, Wendy Yvette Greenwell

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