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triumphant day


thank you Father God

thank you Lord Jesus

the glory goes to you, no if, ands, or maybes

i was focus and prepare

ready for today as my student was schedule for his court date

at 10am this morning

i was unbelievably confident

and at the same time with my strong prayer life

You fought the battle for me

all i needed to do was utilize the God given strength you gave to be outspoken from the heart

and spread the epidemic of truth all acroos the courtroom

witnessing the essence of humanity when i advocated for someone to not be one of many fulfilling more investment spent on building jails

the judge permitted me tp speak truth as God did when he spoke to the people of isreal

they heard, they listen, it ignited that there is light at the end of the tunnel

there is hope for the youth whom society perceive it to be in utter chaos

the only thing that raised eyebrows is family stability 

where would he stay

who would take him after all the traumatic events this young brother had to endure

who was never ask to be born

reagrdless of the difficult circumstances

there is good in every person

my student is trying to find himself in the world that is full of contradictions, and anarchy where having a government is absent nowadays

despite all the negative energy in the city that never sleeps

my program is the foundation that secures stability, and a foundation that represents young men to be assets to triumph, being winners

i knew my voice was understood

that's why the judge is willing to provide a plan to stabilize this young man's dysfunctions

all that's needed is his aunt to respond to his outcries

and he'll be release to his family that are actually around

when i left the court, all i kept saying is thank you Father God, thank you Jesus

the glory goes to You

there was people walking around in a busy section of downtown brooklyn looking angry and rushing to wherever they were going

i didn't care

that was my time to honor this triumphant day to you father god because you did that

how can anyone deny You? i don't

 

 

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