In Your Tongue

 People say that old age is like fine wine.... And perhaps it is, to some.

Old age is a gift. It is a privilege. It is a blessing.

To live past three score and ten, is the manifestation of the power of God upon your life.


The glory of young men, is their strength.... But the beauty of the old, is their grey hair.

To live and enjoy the journey through life's lemons, becomes stringent in the believer.

Only when you realize that there is a purpose for your time here on earth, will you walk on pathways that upholds the precepts and principles of the Most High God.


You are not to follow the crowd. You are not to


chart a course, that is mapped out for everyone else. 

You are unique and built to perfection, by the Master's hands. Your age is in His hands.... But the power of life and death lies with you... IN YOUR TONGUE.


Which road will you choose, when you are standing at the crossroads of life? Will you choose the broad road that leads to destruction... Or will you choose the narrow road, that leads to eternal life with Jesus?


Be grateful for your blessings. Not everyone is going your way. Not everyone will see through your eyes. Not everyone is called and predestined to be a son or daughter of the Lord. 

Thank God for your age and look forward everyday, for a fresh anointing to come your way. Live everyday as if it is your last..... and remember who you are and who you represent here on earth.

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