They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

Written By Roy Dawson, Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer, God Names Him "Success," He’s the Different One, God Rock Star with Love...:)Life doesn’t always come with a silver spoon. It doesn’t always come with a crowd of believers or a steady hand to hold. More often than not, it’s you, the grit inside you, that defines whether you’ll ris