Blessings pour from the Heavens above where there is love, peace, harmony, and mercy. Mercy is but the blessings of the merciful. Be merciful, as only then, mercy comes knocking at all doors that are but left open to her. I must knock upon all doors to spread this blessing of harmony. Questions arrived upon my chest, how do I accomplish this? I picked up the tool The Creator has gifted upon us, the merciful miracle of a pen. I placed the pen within the highway of division and have created a bridge of union for all race, color, and religion. For the love of all humanity, I have finally opened up my sacred chest, as I give you my blessings through this bridge of mercy, the union street for all race, color, and religion.
Her name is SPIRITUAL SONGS: LETTERS FROM MY CHEST.
Blessings from Seattle,