No More Tears

I woke up this morning and smelled the coffee.

You just don’t know about life, until you wake up.

I was born November 13th, 1970.

Life is real. Life is precious.

I’ve been through hell and back, but I’m here.

Psalm 116:8—"For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling or stumbling.”

I got stabbed through the heart on July, 1994.

I had two heart attacks on March, 2006.

November 20th, 2018 they took an old heart valve out, and replaced it with a new one.

They put a pace maker in on February 8th, 2019.

Yes, life is so precious.

The kids today are not raised the way we were.

I need the old school people to come cleanup the streets.


By James Brown

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