Let me tell you about Jesus Christ, the birthday Boy!
There's no other one than the lowly Jesus, no not one. Happy birthday sweet Jesus. Stay Kinging. (Photo credit: RCG) |
Merry Christmas everyone! Happy birthday to Jesus Christ, my ever-dependable Lord and personal savior; the Lion of the tribe of Judah, a sure plug that doesn’t disconnect. Stay kinging my G.
I know y’all are probably on third or fourth plate by the
time you’ll be reading this but don’t be surprised that I’ve not gotten any but
it’s fine. Today is all about Jesus Christ and I’ll keep it that way; No one
comes through as much as He does so permit me to gloat about my savior.
I don’t know if you can relate but He has never failed me. Through
my irresponsible unfaithfulness to the promises I make to Him yearly, He has
never forsaken me. There are things I pray about, and I see His hands but how
about those things I didn’t even pray about that He still delivered?
Late night drives and dangerous moves, walking through the
valley of the shadow of death and He still held my hands and silenced the
monsters of this world; the ones in red and the ones in mini-skirts didn’t
overcome me, I can’t be grateful enough to an ever-forgiving God.
What about the bad choices? Deliverance from wrong picks as
advised by nonsense punters, not to talk about the highly underrated gift of
sleeping and waking up. Protection from many love portions that I must have
eaten in this Lagos as I can’t cook to save my life, thank you sweet Jesus.
Fot the ideas that keep clients within our loins and food on our table; for the patience to deal with reverts and "interesting" situations around the work place and beyond, it's all you Jesus Christ, no one else can make things happen like you do.
For the endless timely provisions that makes it seem like I’m
richer than my mates, standing in the gap at evert point of need such that we
don’t have to wash plates or trend on insta blog on the account of “insufficient
balance”, you won’t understand but Jesus never fails.
How else am I alive with my reckless driver if not for you
oh Lord? Two bolts are proven to be missing in Reuben’s head but here I am
today, giving thanks. I faced the knife twice this year and, in the end, nothing
missing nothing broken… Hallelujah.
Words can’t express how sweet you are oh Lord, this is me
saying a heartfelt thank you. You’re God all by yourself and once again, I hope
your wine remains solid as it was at that famous wedding that year, and in my
life and everywhere else, dear sweet Jesus, stay kinging.
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