He did not consider himself in the same breath as the other...
Yet his words carry power that only a prophet could generate...
His past has been filled with peaks and valleys....
His visions were his secrets until the invasions of the spirits told him the meaning for his visions...
Resistance was futile for the chosen must fulfilled their destiny..
Many in his own inner circle would mock and pay little attention to his words which were divinely guided....
The presence of the Creator took precedence over anything or anyone that tried to smoother his production..
The trials , the tears, all were for a divine reason that even He, in the beginning could not comprehend..
Prophet, fragments, sandals of Jesus, pathways to righteousness, the earthly trials, shedding of dead skin, accepting of the very words that came from the soul...
Confirmation of spiritual revelations....
Aura strong,.. Confidence stronger...
Journeys into the valleys, doorways, projects, souls....Cleaning up prophet blood in my route for truth must live...
Where I go many will detest me, many will love me, None will stop me...
Many are Chosen.... Some remain Frozen
Look not at my FLESH for it only represents a physical part....
See me for who I am ... If you must judge me let my WORDS represent me in the court room of your SOUL....
I am many names to many people....I am a LEAF in GOD'S FOREST....
