FLIGHT # 3

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FLIGHT # 3

 

FLIGHT # 3

BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELTS YOUR ABOUT TO TAKE A FLIGHT.  CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CONCENTRATE AN HOLD ON TIGHT.

DROP OFF THE EXCESS BAGGAGE, AND PUT IT IN YOUR PAST, FOR YOUR KNEW A LONGTIME AGO IT WOULD NOT LAST, IT WOULD NOT LAST.

FEELINGS, BILLS, CHILDREN, NO JOB, I LOVE YOU BABY I'M NOT A SORRY SLOB!

GIVE YOUR PROBLEMS TO ME AND FOCUS ON LETTING GO AND LETTING GOD.  I HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS TO YOUR PROBLEMS THAT IS MY JOB.

I PAID THE COST TO BE THE BOSS OF ALL YOUR SINS, TROUBLES AND WORRIES DON'T BE IN SUCH A HURRY TO SOLVE IT YOURSELF, BECAUSE IT ALWAYS TURNS INTO A MESS.

SIT BACK, MEDITATE GRAB A MAGAZINE, AND GO THROUGH THE GATE OF FLIGHT #3 YEAH THAT'S ME,  GOD THE AUTHOR OF YOUR STEPS, YOUR MISSING PEICE OF THE PUZZLE THAT HAS YOU PUZZLED AND CONFUSED, OH HEAR THE GOOD NEWS! 

BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELT CLOSE YOUR EYES MOVE, TO THE SIDE AND LET ME FLY THE PLANE.  ENJOY THE RIDE!!





MECETAND3

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