Tears Of A Saint

Published: Jan. 8, 2014, 7:32 p.m.

When I was a young outcast I dreamed of a greater world a deeper love an awaken of my soul a beautiful spirit rising never knowing the powerful voice in me or the amount of mercy God would show me but as a man who has truly lived an incredible life I know now I was never an outcast just select to walk as one I am a servant of a great God an enduring God with love cascading down upon us men who have been forgotten the slaves that toil in the hot sun of persecution so you can feel popular and comfortable as we build up your ego but at last freedom is beginning to bloom across the world upon the wind the voices of our ancestors begin to be heard saying the vibrant prophecies of old that the darkness can not endure forever what comes is the children of Destiny the emissaries and servants of God who have walked from outcast to heirs of the throne