Love Wins

By André Cronje

Love Wins: Many songs, poems, and letters have been inspired by love. Whether you are single, married, divorced, or part of a community you can know for yourself what God says about love, sex, and relationships.

• Language: English
• Publisher: andre cronje
• Release date: Oct 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393353140

André Cronje

André is a South African born Huguenot descendant living in Paris, France as an artist, author, and volunteer. Like a potter molds his clay, so he forms and shapes his thoughts on a variety of subjects braving social, moral, and spiritual issues with the light of Jesus Christ who died and rose from the dead, forgiving sins, healing the sick, and giver of eternal life, to anyone who believes the gospel and is baptized.

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LOVE WINS

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André Cronje

Copyright

Licensed for personal enrichment and may be used for edification and motivation. No part may be reproduced for profit or resale.

André Cronje © 2020 Copyright

Conceptual Art by André

A special honor to King James.

The Author

André is a novice author who shapes his thoughts into conceptual art and spiritual reflection, braving social and moral issues with the light of Christ, who died and rose again. Jesus, the forgiver of sins and giver of eternal life, to everyone who believes and is baptized, in his name.

www.About.me/Andrecronje

Contents

Copyright

The Author

1. Lucky Dude

2. Cheaters

3. Stone The Adulterous

4. Porn-No-More

5. Victory Rewards

6. The Good Wife

7. Single, Married or Divorced

8. Songs of Solomon

9. You Are Special

10. Lasting Relationships

11. Perfect Kids And Parents

12. Love Is Better Than Wine

13. Love Wins

14. Love Letters

15. Flowers

A Blessing for You

1. Lucky Dude

Foxy lady strolling down the streets, turning loose the easy heads. Like moths to a flame, she captures her men. She is hot, and you so cool, not knowing, she plays you like a fool. Her sweet words are like melted candy in the sun. Blowing kisses and a smiling face, she comes to whispers in your ears. I am sugar, and you are spice, this is not by chance. And with her inviting eyes, she disarms you with her charm. She is nice, but her shots of love will put you on ice when she finally seduces you. Fire alarms are ringing, but you keep snoozing the bell. It is you who will fry when her body caresses you. Run baby run, less you burn, or be trapped in her subtle web of dreams. When she comes knocking, play hide and seek. For if you open that door, beware the backdraft, that will sweep you off your flirty feet.

If you be so open-minded with no lock on your door, you'll end up with no protection for your soul. Look a little longer and sins pleasures becomes stronger, for that second glance cannot be trusted. So don't hang around, lift your feet and get out of there. Shut your eyes, play the blind man on the corner, for it's better to enter heavens gates a mole than to fall into hell's fire with a perfect vision. Hell is hot, but she is not, avoid her seduction and lose her number, that you may keep your soul in that tempting hour. She will eat you up, and wipe her mouth saying, I have done no wrong. That’s the way of an adulterous witch.

For a harlot is a bottomless pit, and a seductress a narrow well. She lies in wait for her victims and increases the unfaithful among men. Listen to my wisdom, and bow your ear to my understanding. For the lips of a strange woman drop as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil. Her house left many wounded. How the mighty are fallen, chained by her cunning charm. But you, whoever you are, flee God's wrath to come, run for cover, and run for your life. For her perfume is the scent of death, and her sting like scorpion’s poison. Her touch is like dragon claws, that drag your soul into a prison which you can’t escape. Chained to death, she will swallow you alive. Save yourself, cancel her invitation and exit her playground. For the price, you will pay ain't dollars, pounds or yen. Your soul is on the table in exchange for a piece of bread.

2. Cheaters

Through the window of my house, I watched and discerned among the people, a simple young man void of understanding, passing by in the street near the corner of a certain lady. In the twilight of the evening, I saw him turn in the direction of her house. Look, there she comes to meet him, a woman, cunning in heart, dressed to kill. She is loud and stubborn, and her feet don't stay in her home. Outside she lurks in the streets lying in wait on every corner. But he goes on passing by her pleasant persona, till she caught and kissed him, and with an impudent face she whispers, I have something to tell you, today is your lucky day for I am in the best of moods. That's why I came here to meet you, to seek your face and now I have found you. I