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A Better Man

I was nine years old when I heard my mom call my name. She told me, “get in here now” so, I went running. Mom was sitting at the piano, she said, “Give me your little hands”. I put my hand in hers. I can remember her hands looked like they were on fire being so anointed by God. Mom prayed over me and my little hands that day. She showed me the keys G, C and D. She told me, “Son, it doesn’t matter if you are singing or playing for one person or a hundred of people; you sing and play with all of your heart. They will be blessed and God will bless you”. God stepped in that day.   READ MORE > > >

 

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