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CLERGY WIVES





By Ola Vincent omotade

So can you be my lover?
Can you be the clergy's wife?
Of course the groom will  marry many other wives, so don't  be jealous you ain't going to be my only wife.

And my wives have their lives secured in him so all of you would be called  the clergy wives.

He Married some, years ago, he married some few months back,  he married some a week ago,  he married some days ago,  he married some nights ago,  in fact he married some some seconds ago

He so much admires the beauty of his wives
and guess what?  they all love his personality. all the way through  the east he came, suffered and died for them.

All they need as a wives is to submit to his authority. Though he is not with them physically, he built an altar in their hearts spiritually, where they can commune with him

He supplies their needs according to riches in his glory, he quenches their thirsts, and help them in emotional wreck so what more do they need from their lover?

All they need is longing and hungry heart,  a yielded spirit ready to pray and commune with him,  so far he is in their heart,  they shouldn't deprived him of love, he has feelings,  he has wills,  he has his emotions too.

Years ago, he promised them he wascoming soon, I mean physically so should he come and not find his wives at their right places and faces?

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