Baltimore's #1 Madam, Wanda Hicks from Po-ho to Rich Bitch: You and Your Mamma and Daddy Taught Me how to Get it

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AuthorHouse, 2006 - Biography & Autobiography - 140 pages
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Real Faith Stands

Through faith I can do anything but fail. The seed of the successor is equivalent to the top of the highest mountain, but the seed of the endures goes beyond measurements. I have dealt with hurts, pains, deaths, sorrows, tears, laughter, bitterness, anger, malice, envies, torments, losses, and much much, more, but I shall not deal with defeat. Defeat is to conquer. I will strive to have faith as the mustard seed. When I am down I will rise above the occasion of my situation. I will gain the strength through the source of my faith and confess the risen savior, Jesus the Christ. That mustard seed will I be that muscles its way through the rocky land. I am He. He who when I have planted myself deep below the surface that the only way out is up. I will lift up my eye unto the hills which cometh my health. I will rise through the hardest of triumphs. Once I am Up, I shall branch out to share with this world my good news. For as I am call upon I shall answer. I shall never be silent, but I will know when to listen. And when it is time, I shall share my great fortune. I will then again open my mouth to unleash the abundance of my heart. For the joy of my salvation is in the Lord. Those whom will hear, let them to listen, but those who chooses not, let them sit up erected to watch the ways of my living. Though I may sometimes tarry. It shall not be long. The enemies for my footstool have been places in the four corners of the earth. I shall not forget that they are there. I have made clear my pathway through the name of my heavenly father. Nothing shall prevalence me. The hands of my predator can not pluck me from the joy that has been bestowed upon me. I shall and will be a vessel that overflows with living water. My heart is overwrought with so much joy that I can not contain it all. Even though my outward appearance may look weary, my soul makes boast my triumphs. My roots are as living vessels that are nourished to the fullness of my faith. I am that tree planted by the rivers of water, I shall not be moved.

Christopher James Wade

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