Happy Birthday my Darlings, all ten of you. I guess I got around to it in May because of Dad. You know, Dad was born in May and then I said to myself, what a wonderful world I’d like a May Baby like Gramma Eara Davis Beaty got and HE gave me Two.
Extravagance, Loves, how do you spell it? I start to cry. There are 12 people over here, somewhere, and we spell it right well. Don’t listen to the ones who called me a liar, Beaty-Coffey; My Guardians are Here and they will not let us sparrows fall.
The little girl of ten, standing on the large porch of Crestview Drive, tells you something today in my girl-body of a 54 year old woman: She doesn’t have to testify anymore LOVES she doesn’t have to testify anymore….she doesn’t have to testify anymore…..He overcame to overcome to overcome and She doesn’t have to testify anymore……..(Revelation 12)
Please go gently with Me my LOVES; YOU have a Child in Your LOVE, FAith, HOPE midst and She cries if you cannot see HIM. Don’t make me cry anymore, America. Embrace the King of kings anew.
Misty Edwards, Light Of Your Face you see? Please SEE