A Jazzy Rhythm

A win, whim, a swim to trample over them.
Acha ill…
Angels ready in and out field
on the rise high to do dat to them that opposed Him.
As I begin in deliverance; raw idealism.
A mother pearl filled with wisdom seeking to fulfill tasks brimming forth from holy vats.
Then there’s a he who’s a roving man.
Lightning doesn’t stand a chance.
The winds of change thrust him about.
No amount of loving him will make him less strange.

by Jerriè McGill

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About St. Rev. Jerriè McGill

I'm a devout Christian Saint, Prophet, and Minister lady who loves the LORD. I'm also a writer, singer, composer, and visionary. I aspire to be like my Holy Father, an angel. I'm a Holy Roller Stomper, quite serious, yet joyful of my True Father's Heavenly work. I'm a graduate of Georgia Southern University and have a Bachelor of Science degree in Justice Studies. I reside in Atlanta, GA.
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