When God created man, forming him out of sand, expectations of divine majesty was all that he could see. Fully loaded with excellence and leadership, courageously equipped to be the head and not the tail.
Entrusted with a beautiful garden, forgive me but I beg your pardon….you dropped the ball, flipped the script on us all, not accepting responsibility was your final curtain call.
Cast out of paradise, Mother Eve was enticed because of whispers in her ear, as King you were not clear. For you received the divine message, but Ophidia was more aggressive, happy to usher in your downfall.
Question is, do you remember that you are a King, filled with royal heritage….designed to be divine, one of kind….born to lead? Or are you a Pauper, destitute in spirit and action, filled with dissatisfaction, looking for a retraction on our painful past and present?
Fatherless children, no mentors for sons, daughters blindly looking for love with no help from the one who can show her the way…this all needs to stop and I mean like…today. Kings, step up and take your place, for no one else can fill this space, you’ve been gone without a trace…time to get back in the race, we need you!