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An Empty Bag

Gone back to the scene Studied the footsteps Seen the fingerprints Jesus was here! The Devil came And departed in Shame With an empty bag On the eve of Sabbath The devil had a crash On my Life Let me shout The goodness of God The Lord who kept me It was not chance It was not luck It was not wit It was God I saw Him, I felt Him, I heard Him He touched me, He touched me He touched me, He touched me The cross if empty The tomb is empty The Lord is here Walking with me Sitting with me Driving with me And I know He is not done with me He is mine, I am His Gone back to the scene Studied the footsteps Seen the fingerprints Jesus was here!

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 11/3/2021 11:24:00 AM

Hello Peter Onyancha, I sense that God is everywhere. I sense he listens to all prayers. We are never alone I sense god is always with us. Blessings.

Peter Onyancha
Date: 11/6/2021 1:02:00 PM

Darlene it is the most mysterious of escape. It's purely hermaneutic. Many thanks.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 11/4/2021 3:13:00 PM

Hello Peter Onyancha, were not hurt. It is better that a car would be in pieces than you being hurt. Yes God was with you. God Bless you my friend. Anyone was hurt? I hope not too badly.

Peter Onyancha
Date: 11/3/2021 4:48:00 PM

Thanks Darlene De Beaulieu. I actually came out of a tormenting head on road crash over the weekend. The pics traumatized me and I believe God was just there next to me.

Monicah Onyancha

Date: 11/3/2021 8:08:00 AM

Fill the bag with thanks giving. God was there

Peter Onyancha
Date: 11/3/2021 4:50:00 PM

Thanks Monicah. Namesake and poet par excellence. The devil thought there was a transfer window. God's not done with me..