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2020 Buried Alive

Who ever knew we'd turn to keep a watchful eye onto our bibles ? Africa it enters : from eyes to ears ,from eyes and ears to the live witnessing of the direct victims of this pandemic,the others ,we perhaps can't tell. Lord,we let everything into your hands ;you decide what's right for us ,all we ask is that when time is right for this pandemic eradication,let there be no piece left. There are lots and lots of problems overflowing in that reserve pond : from flights to cars,ships to trains ,jobs to businesses ....it's endless. He who has entered and survived 2020 will forever remember it from inside-out . Nothing is permanent here on earth ; We too are here for vacation .You've got the plans for us ,so when the time is right everything shall come to pass ,in your name.? Lineekela Kandjungu

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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