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Confessions of a Missionary (Part 2) By Sis Oluwaseun Ogundare

I am a city set on a hill

I cannot be hidden

I go forth bearing precious seeds and I come back with rejoicing, bearing my sheaves with me; the evidence of a bountiful harvest

The soil that I plant on is fertile

No seed is lost

No one is lost

The words that I speak take a firm root in the the hearts of men

It withstands the rain, the sun, trials and tribulations of life

I am a Watchman on the tower

I will not keep silent till his kingdom is established

I pray without season

I stand in the gap, interceding for nations, birthing souls into the Kingdom

I travail till Christ is formed in the people that God has given me

I travail till his will is done on earth as is it in Heaven

I will not be weary

There’s always fire on my altar

The Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead quickens my mortal body

I am strengthened, I have received grace upon grace

His grace is sufficient for me.

Hallelujah!!! (Pray in the Holy Ghost, Jude 1:20)

Written by Sis Oluwaseun Ogundare (Team Watchmen)

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