Hello

I write my words, but I ask myself is anyone listening? As the pen takes flight, I know it isn’t me who is writing. Speaking from my heart with truth and love as its guide. I have a message that has been given to me.

Even though it is my father who sends it, as it flows across my lips there begins a push back of doubt that has stayed strong since the beginning of time. My fathers name is God and my name is Jesus and as I speak through the hearts of all, today I say what I say through he. I say as I did yesterday and the same tomorrow: hello and I will always love you.

As I was told,

Deryo

Leave a Reply