"I Need You To Hold My Hand" - The Jackson Southernaires

"Making wise the simple …"  No, I didn't come here to stay always.  Nor did I come here to be some Jezebel spirited woman's lap dog-foot-stool-bottom-bitch, either.


 I respect GOD! I  love the LORD!  If my testimony does not move you, if you still can't find compassion, an urging, an unction,  to speak out against severe child sexual abuse.  If you still refuse to recognize the evil working havoc in your own life.  If you are still determined to enjoy brief "carnal pleasure" in exchange for your soul because that is the only way you can feel accepted and valued by your fellow man.  If you are a liar and you lie to yourself about your lying, lie on.

GOD is wonderful .  Some choose to not worship Him or believe in Him because of what happened to me.   Make sure you know and never forget,  that low, worthless whore from hell , fully intended and attempted,  to do far worse,  at every turn.

That whore's rotten soul screamed in anguish as I won!  B.S. degree with honors and "virginity" in tack!

Would she change?  Would she recognize GOD as the Head of her life,  for real!?  Hell No! "GOD was 'fuh  suckahs!" (So she "preached")

Most importantly, she is not the only one.  The whore had friends.  Hung out with like men and women.

Find your niche .  Find your "tribe".  I know my tribe is small.  "Many are called.  Few are chosen."  "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction."  "FOOLS DIE FOR WANT OF WISDOM!"

I press on ...