The lovers of my heart for a lost and broken world drink the fine wine of mercy and compassion.

The lovers of my heart soak in my love till they are saturated in my goodness and drenched in my hearts desires meeting theirs.

Broken by a world of opinions fighting for time in my head. My heart playing tug-of-war with the relentless voices that instruct how I should think and behave.

Am I being controlled by witchcraft? Are witches praying against me? I cancel their curses and make them bless me in Jesus name. I see your filthy thoughts agaisnt me and you have no power.

Am I being drowned by the torment of the pain of isolation where the strings of my heart have been connected to others that dont want to talk to me anymore.

Tormenting thoughts reminding me my heart is broken beyond repair. Designing my recovery of restoration to wholeness to prove I am ok, if not to my haters then to myself.