Do not stare at me because I am dark By Mettabel Okulaja.

Do not stare at me because I am dark,
It is the sun that has burned me.
Sideline me and give flack,
Or think me a *dun-dee.
Huh huh huh? Like you can’t hear me
All because you think I have an ‘acc-cint’


 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
It is the sun that has burned me
Dark and lustrous, chocolate to molasses
Still it’s rich red blood that runs through my skin and bones


Do not stare at me because I am dark,
I wear white, and very well too…
Red, yellow, peaches and cream
Also compliment my style supreme

A Word To Live By -- Mustard Seed Faith or Mustard Size Faith?

This week's episode of 'A Word to Live By' is sure to bless you... Please go ahead - Care and share to bless your family and friends... Much love always!
M.


A Word To Live By -- Mustard Seed Faith or Mustard Size Faith?

◄ Luke 17:6 ►

King James Bible
And the Lord said, If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey you.



Aramaic Bible in Plain English
He said to them, "If you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you may say to this sycamore tree, 'Be uprooted and be planted in the sea', and it would obey you."


seed
/sēd/
Noun
A flowering plant's unit of reproduction, capable of developing into another such plant.


Matthew 13:31
[ The Parable of the Mustard Seed ] Another parable He put forth to them, saying: "The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field


If one had faith as a mustard seed, planted it, and saw it and grow and grow after being planted, one would see that all things are possible, if it was possible to grow such a big tree from such a small seed, which in turn could produce faith that would give one the boldness to look at an even bigger object and move it, using the same principle...

God's Blessings always,
Mettabel.

Eternity...

Ode of The Quickened Soul...

My heart yearns to impart the difference it’s known
Passion burns to boldly speak truth, unto life
Declaring unashamedly with love, without apology,
That… The will of He who created to will, be done,
Fulfilled by those who follow on to do.


My mind the answer seeks to find,
The secret, the times, from His realm to mine,
The unseen to the seen,
Unknown to the known
Holiest of the holy, Revelation unveiled,


My body I then lay down, sacrificed flesh to die,
That in Him the fullness of life rebirthed,
As foreknown, foreordained and predestined to be,
Excellency of Power, majesty and might,
Translated through this receptacle
Of wretched clay that I am