Happy birthday to a daughter of zion, a son of consolation, an extraordinary partner, loyal to the vision, passionate about the gospel, committed to the work of the ministry. I celebrate you. Grace heaped upon grace is your testimony. Welcome to you best year yet. God bless you
Happy birthday my sister and friend, you have a beautiful spirit and have allowed the word of God mingled with your spirit, thank you for all you do. Enjoy a sweet life this year full of testimonies. I love you dear
You: Happy birthday dearest sis olivia, you're such an adorable, delightful, intelligent, smart,calm,bold, loving, peaceful, organise and a dogged giver, thank you for all you do, you can never be small girl, keep soaring, i love you dear
Happy birthday dear Pastor Sam Yerima Balla. Thank you for all you do for the ministry. Thank you for your commitment. I celebrate you today and your testimonies have only just started. This is your best year yet. You will increase in influence and relevance. I love you dearly.
I am a book. I am a book that is on every all time bestsellers list worldwide. I've been read by millions of people worldwide over the past years and I've impacted the life of every one person that has ever read me. And has heard me or heard of me and has watched me because I'm not only a written book. I'm also an audiobook and a video. No. I'm not referring to Rhapsody of Realities. I'm referring to me: Pastor TT Edun. However, I can't take credit for myself. The credit must go to my writer: Rev. Chris Oyakhilome Dsc DD PhD. "Ye (Pastor TT) are my epistle written in your heart, known and read of all men:" - 2 Corinthians 3:2 (Pastor TT paraphrase version) Dear most highly esteemed Pastor, sir, the reason I celebrate you is because of your writings. You have written billions of stories. These stories are men and women (like me) all over the world whose destinies you changed. Our stories didn't start well. They weren't going well. They were disjointed paragraphs and chapters filled with sentences of different lengths but were all headed to that bonfire that countless nightmares are made of. But somewhere you took over the writing of our life stories with your words. Your Words of eternal echoes of living hope and radiant truth. Your words burned up malignant deaths like a lancing light in a tumour ravaged body. We were changed from "waka pass" to "A listers" of life. To gloriously ordained champions of this present life. Happy Birthday sir. Words are never enough to thank you for what you've done in us and to us. I've never forgotten my story before you began to rewrite me. I'm forever and, I'll be, eternally grateful to you. Happy Birthday to the greatest writer of human life stories ever. Happy Birthday, Pastor, sir. I love you.