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Strength dried up like a potsherd









Strength dried up like a potsherd.


The treat for this moment is on what makes us to be able to perform all our acts each moment.
When you do your works of art and livelihood movements, in the society you dwell. For you to get the “Action!” in that:
  • Movie Industry
  • Music Industry
  • Biscuit Industry
  • then all industries.
I know these make you feel yourself……Then what enables all the “Action!” is what is known as stamina, strength.
I believe most of you call it “EFFORT”!!!
So what do you then do when this ‘effort’ of yours is dried up like a potsherd?

So give for not to end up like a “potsherd” you better take the best option which is handing-over that structure you name as ‘My life’ to the Omniscient One who gave you since millisecond number 1.

This because He knows everything and without Him we are nothing.
Peace, love, hope and all happiness is by Him and is for Him.

The Almighty God is our everything.
He is our strength He is the Almighty.


Remember to act in good ways not rude ways for children to follow do it for the next generations.


Abstain all folly and imbecility:
#NoToPornography
#NoToSmoking
#NoToLewdness
#NoToAllFolly


Regards
Gerald Tapiwa Moyo
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