Oh yes I finally do!

I hold you dear
I hold you long
I hold you close
I hold you in
I hold you more
I hold you each day
I hold you now

With one shot, you were gone
1st Aug 1982

We all miss you!

R.I.P

“WAIT”

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried,
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”

“Wait? You say, wait! ” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and I am claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to “WAIT”?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master said once again, “Child, you must wait.”
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting… for what?”

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want – But, you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.

You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save… (for a start),
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that “My grace is sufficient for Thee.”
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I’m doing in you!

So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, “WAIT.”

Russell Kelfer

It’s a girl!

Can’t wait to meet her…kudos to my bro for being by the wife’s side,

Drove up to Manchester today. Awaiting my bro’s second child who is due to arrive tonight or kesho, can’t wait!
If you’re wondering am not planning to be at the hospital anytime before he/she arrives. I will wait at home with the little 2 year old.
I still don’t have kids of my own so no way and gonna get put off by being there while she delivers. The reason I don’t have kids is cos I just don’t know how I’d cope with being pregnant and the worst part, giving birth!. I am afraid!!!

Anyway…waiting!

Vote for Stone Cold Haven

So my pal was dealt a very low blow by her x-hubby!

The man is refusing to see his kids on the regular and the only way out, is for him to be taken to court, so he can share the responsibility of minding his kids.

She sent him a text saying they need to sort things out through the family court.

Jamaa after a few exchanges says and I will qoute.

“I found you in London when you were a cheap prostitute”

Mama replies ” This cheap pro has bore you two beautiful kids”

Jamaa ” I hope my daughter will not turn out to be a prostitute like you and your mother”

I mean what the hell????!!!!!

This is what love comes to when it’s over????
How do you bring in somebody’s mum into a stupid exchange. That boy is so lucky that that mama is level headed and that she laughs things off. Some people would kill you for that last one.

If someone has hurt you by leaving you, silence is the best weapon..God help us!

Do I have “Married? Hit on me” written on my forehead????

aaarrgggghhhhh

When I switched on the telly and saw the breaking news of Jackson’s death last night. I got the same weird feeling I got when I first heard of the 911, Princess Diana’s death and most recently when I heard of Sadam Hussein’s death.

Age 50

RIP king of pop