It's Me and God and that's all.His Holy spirit fills my soul and I hunger for Nothing else.God So Loved the World..
It started out with me being raised in the Bronx N.Y. As a small child I was often told I should get down on my knees a pray. And so I did. In the adult time of my life I went through the struggle for survival. The mean streets of Harlem U.S.A. The knowledge I received there taught me what I thought was survival. Since I knew I was suppose to pray…. I did. Twenty-eight years went by and on the rooftop not knowing what to do ….I prayed. When I looked up I saw what seemed to be a glowing hand and it helped me up from the pit in which I had fallen. I was grateful and I prayed .13 years later and I have been given the sight and mindset to know from which cometh my help. My eyes are on the hills and on the sparrows. I close my eyes and I still pray.
