For so long people have said their lives ignite yawns of boredom and their destinies are like skirting shadows here and there.
The code of silence bolts entry into lives ladened with potholes and ambushes at every turn…lives misunderstood..lives of the wise.
Sacrificed, they live for generations to arise out of the mud heap they languish in.
An offering for the freeing of the cursed led astray by false headlights.
There will come a time, that time of the Most High, like a sudden burst from the heavens of torrential rain when the silence will break and the purpose of their lives will be heard over mountains and across the seas.
Each as one with many faces of the man, the woman, the child… of the student, the worker and church goer…
As many a people broken, now made whole…
on a bumpy road, now made straight..
their breakthroughs are his and hers, of them becoming a people of substance living in abundance and heading into blissful eternity…
They are lifestyle intercessors, their truth shall be known, a prophetic people of fecundity.