Obedience is sacrifice.
Where would I be if not
For the Grace of God.
Whitney Houston will
Be missed for a while.
Her music will resinate
For decades. Her family
Will remember the good
Times. The time of a little
Whitney belting out the
Praises of God in worship.
Where will we be when that
First Trumpet Sounds?
When it sounds so loud that
It wakes up the dead. Where
Will we be when it sounds?
I too could have been Whitney
In my early years. I'm not
Ashamed of my Testimony.
I hear it in my latter days on
My vocal chords, but I will not
Cease to give God the Praise.
He spared my life that I could
leave a legacy to help educate
the young who are not aware of
Their History. Such as the little
Boy who walks down the street
With his pants below his underwear
Some allowing butt crack exposure.
Please know they are not educated
to slavery and talk to them. Be not
Afraid, God will take care of you.
They only wear this facade to avoid
Approach, not realizing the unknown
In the minds of those who see them
as criminal; especially when wearing
the hoodie with hands in the pocket.
Teach them to love God, themselves
and you...as quiet as kept, They are afraid!
I've been afraid, haven't you...?
Louisa A Dobbins