Tuesday, 22 March 2011

A call

JEREMIAH 9:1

'O THAT MY HEAD WERE WATERS, AND MY EYES A FOUNTAIN OF TEARS, THAT I WEEP DAY AND NIGHT FOR THE SLAIN DAUGHTER OF MY PEOPLE!' RSV

My dear fellow ladies, you the daughters of Zion. The favoured of the LORD! Its time we arose up wroth with what is going on around us and in the world. Our children are perishing! Death has climbed in through the window when we thot we had the doors locked! Like the wailing prophet Jeremiah let tears gush out of our eyes, just like a fountain. A fountain is continous even in drought. And you my friends, click on 'follow' in this blog and lets talk and find a way out. Be blessed beyound ordinary borders.