It was a bitch to be a witch
And be burned at the stake.
I’m terrified to be vilified
For the gifts I do partake
I speak to God. God speaks to me
In fact, we both are One.
O’er lifetimes past, I know at last
My task has just begun.
It’s not heresy to believe in me.
The message is for all.
I channel God, and you do too.
We each hear the Angels Call.
We all are witches, all are blessed
All have unseen treasure.
If we just believe, we would conceive
Our powers without measure.
So here I go, out in the flow,
To share what truth I know.
I hope that now, the crowd somehow
Will be my friend, not foe.
But unafraid, with plans I’ve made
I sally forth with faith
With trust that He will be with me
And now the world is safe.
TGKOW/TYDGA