I'm a build the house but you create the home because
you control the atmosphere … This world is crazy, full of anxiety but our home
will be the safe place when we close that door our presence should lock out fear .
Right or wrong that home is a safe place
unconditional love, doesn’t mean painless love if anything uncondional means you pay more not less for the love, It can be a A , B or C, C- but I promise
I will stay (because men run when they don’t know) and pass the stress and life pain test, that’s why we pray
together so that the ropes that bind us together stay bless, you being there
for me I have being there for you
through sickness, but when it comes to our parents and lord knows our child that’s
a different kind of weakness, the kind of room where arms and heads on laps in
pure silence will testify to this love thing because you know both of are
speechless, most of us forget but please imagine the peace we felt in side womb
can we try recreate in the bedroom and children in the living room. The wrong the right, late night drunk nights
come back from work and don’t wana talk nights we haven’t yet but even if we do
fight , we come home to hive to the womb and one of us has to be the light or at least the crazy one with alittle bit left in might , I will
hold you, you picked me because I part soldier if they cut my arm off I still
got shoulder, I am strength of the house you’re the emotion and atmosphere, when we close that door we lock out fear ... your the sheild i am the spear , we are in Mr Gods hands
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