From the tribe of Judah watch me roar ….
- Gods servant
- Lives in Noosa
- From Noosa
- Country Australia
- Studied High School at
- Female
- Married
- 05/22/1967
- Followed by 34 people
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- Due to deaths in my family , I have not been on here. I am still wanting to be here, just have a lot of sort through. God has been so gracious to me, helping me every step of this hard walk. God is just and I believe in justice ,but not of my flesh but of God. Just hold me and my family in prayer as it is warefare constantly.
Grace of God and His love be with each one and your families…For such a time like this you were made!Due to deaths in my family , I have not been on here. I am still wanting to be here, just have a lot of sort through. God has been so gracious to me, helping me every step of this hard walk. God is just and I believe in justice ,but not of my flesh but of God. Just hold me and my family in prayer as it is warefare constantly. Grace of God and His love be with each one and your families…For such a time like this you were made!0 Comments 0 Shares 11 Views1
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- You are my soul my heart my need.
A shade that rests upon the seed.
From the little it has begun.
The flow of whispers to make life start to hum…
From the sun it shines, it peeks
A simple flower ,so splendid ,so neat
As petals begin to unfold
The traces of time ,are so bold
Oh Lord ,my everything ,my need
From beginnings ,the new ,the freed
How the story of life unfolds
Bringing burdens of stories untold.
Creating excellence from your mould
Bringing the uprising and start of the wise and bold.
Showing the glimpses of the knowledge from your throne.
Until the day which you rise and it shall be yours to be praised alone.
By Rakel Duca
You are my soul my heart my need. A shade that rests upon the seed. From the little it has begun. The flow of whispers to make life start to hum… From the sun it shines, it peeks A simple flower ,so splendid ,so neat As petals begin to unfold The traces of time ,are so bold Oh Lord ,my everything ,my need From beginnings ,the new ,the freed How the story of life unfolds Bringing burdens of stories untold. Creating excellence from your mould Bringing the uprising and start of the wise and bold. Showing the glimpses of the knowledge from your throne. Until the day which you rise and it shall be yours to be praised alone. By Rakel Duca0 Comments 0 Shares 11 Views -
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