Cry of the Prophet: I Can't End in Failure
999 wrong attempts — and Edison still wouldn't end in failure. Where you are is not the final stop: refuse defeat, try another way, and fight one more round.
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Short notes to be read slowly — each one anchored in Scripture, each one inviting you to check it for yourself. Free, always.
999 wrong attempts — and Edison still wouldn't end in failure. Where you are is not the final stop: refuse defeat, try another way, and fight one more round.
They told you 100 times that marriage is not easy — and you believed them before you ever married. That is deception in the mouth of people. Seek the good, and you will find it.
White or Black changes nothing about who Christ is. On the deity of Jesus, wilful humility, and why you will be judged by your words.
Test everything — insult no one. Why examining teaching is commanded but gossiping and insulting preachers over giving is madness.
Whatever you call Truth must survive time and remain undeniable. On blindness to Truth, Christianity's moral fruit, and words that judge you.
A prophetic poem for the runaway soldier: you left your duty post, the trumpet is silent, and worldliness fills the house. Hear the verdict — then walk through the open door.
Faith and fear work identically — both feed on meditative focus and both deliver results. One delivers positively, the other negatively. Which dominates you?
They cannot bear sound doctrine, and truth-tellers become enemies. Why I am sorry — and not sorry — and must speak while I can.
Your mind is your most important building project. On hearing well, the singular Wisdom, and why we know too much and practise nothing.
I'm waiting at the top — but I can't come down to push you up. Everyone there paid the price. Start climbing, and my hand will meet you on the way.
Mr. No Vision — food, drink, and a roof are not the whole of life. Wake up to reality, catch your God-ordained vision, and manifest the destiny we are all waiting for.
Anger, lust, bad habits, false doctrine — whatever you can't control is already controlling you. Identify it, take responsibility, and seek the Truth that puts you back in charge.
It started with just a thought — now the habit is master and the man is slave. A brutal confession of addiction's path… and the one hope left: Jesus Christ.
Lazarus came out of the grave — still wrapped in graveclothes. Whether you're dead without Christ or saved yet still bound, hear the command today: loose him, and let him go!
You wear another person's 'you' and mock others for what you are yourself. An open letter to Mr Hypocrite: drop the mask, step into the light, and love your true self.
The stronghold that rules your life, the target of both God and Satan, and the one thing that can change your story.
Think nobody cares? Helpers appear on the road of striving — not in the valley of excuses. Prove your vision with works, and watch support find you.
Dark is devilish, light is godly? Says who? Your colour is not you — you are behind every colour. O Mr Racist, shift from colours to principles!
Self-deception from parental ignorance, cultural illiteracy, and religious stupidity is the hardest chain to break. So when will you change the way you think?
Everyone seeks the Truth that shapes belief — but 99% cannot identify it. On words that become flesh, Light, and right living.
You surrendered to Christ — but you have no Bible, unforgiveness still works in you, and fornication is still your best friend. Examine yourself: are you living it, or faking it? REPENT!
You think you have all the time — but what if you die before the money, before the marriage, before repentance? Death walks with you. Plan your life, and work out your salvation now.
Love as noun: God Himself. Love as verb: giving righteousness — the right thing to the right person at the right time and place. With examples.
Nobody bewitched you — the greatest enemy of your destiny may be the voice in your own mind. Drop the excuses, renew your thinking, and rise with a 'Yes I Can' mentality.
Life is the space of time between birth and death — a spiritual battle of Truth against Lie. My definition, and why I chose Christ in it.
Yesterday is not today — but you weep as though every day is yesterday. Drop the ashes, lift the scales, and enter tomorrow's Joy that awaits the best in you.