A letter to my Generation
Advertisement
🌍 TO THIS GENERATION — A PROPHET’S CRY
Oh Generation…
Hear me now, for I may not speak again.
You are the generation that carries both danger and destiny.
You are surrounded by temptation, seduced by pleasure, and attacked by distractions.
But within you lies the potential to shake kingdoms, break bloodlines, and rewrite history.
If I die today, let this be my prophetic cry to your ears:
Don’t chase fame—chase God.
Don’t trade your crown for clout.
Don’t sell your soul for a platform.
Don’t bow to Baal just to sit at man’s table.
Stay holy. Stay burning. Stay set apart.
Be violent in prayer. Be fierce in worship. Be ruthless with sin.
I have seen what compromise can do.
I have seen what silence costs when truth is needed.
I have seen what a generation without fathers becomes—lost, broken, confused.
That’s why I became a voice.
That’s why I shouted even when it cost me relationships.
That’s why I wept over altars, fasted for days, and preached when I was tired.
I gave my life so that you could rise.
So if I die today, don’t mourn me with laziness.
Pick up the burden. Carry the fire.
> You are the continuation of my story. You are the proof that I didn’t live in vain.
---
🌾 TO THE BROKEN, DEPRESSED, AND SUICIDAL
If I die today, I want to talk to you, the one who almost gave up yesterday…
You who cries at night.
You who hides your pain behind filters and fake smiles.
You who thinks nobody sees, nobody hears, and nobody cares.
Hear me clearly: I see you. And God sees you more.
I know what it’s like to want to disappear.
I know what it’s like to feel like a burden, not a blessing.
I’ve been there—where the silence is louder than screams.
Where joy is foreign and hope feels fake.
But if you’re still breathing, you still matter.
If I die today, let my life be a reminder that brokenness is not the end of the story.
God uses scars. God uses pain. God uses nobodies to shake nations.
So live. Breathe. Try again.
Get back up. Even with trembling knees.
Cry if you must, but don’t quit.
The world still needs your voice.
The Kingdom still needs your gift.
Your life is not a mistake—it’s a message waiting to be heard.
---
🔥 TO MY SPIRITUAL SONS AND DAUGHTERS
You carry my DNA.
I may not have raised you in the flesh, but I birthed you in the spirit.
You came alive through my voice. You found hope through my words.
You saw a version of yourself in me—strong, stubborn for truth, relentless for God.
If I die today, you must multiply what I gave you.
Don’t become preachers who entertain.
Be prophets who weep. Be pastors who bleed for their people.
Be teachers who feed the hungry with revelation, not hype.
Don’t dilute the Gospel to keep crowds.
Don’t hide your fire to fit in.
Don’t silence truth for applause.
Build like I built.
Pray like I prayed.
Fast like I fasted.
Suffer well, and rise again in glory.
Let Dream Life Worship Center be a womb for generations,
Where spiritual midwives raise prophets, not puppets.
Where firebrands are released into politics, business, music, and ministry.
If I’m gone, you remain.
Carry the oil. Guard the flame.
---
🛐 TO THE CHURCH — GLOBAL & LOCAL
Oh Church… the Bride of Christ…
How we have fallen asleep at the altar…
If I die today, I weep not for myself, but for the state of the Church.
Where is the fear of God?
Where are the burdened intercessors?
Where are the fathers?
Where are the watchmen who cry out in the night?
We have traded the Upper Room for a green room.
We have traded the secret place for the marketplace.
We have raised gifted men with no godly roots.
We have measured success by numbers, not by transformation.
Church, repent.
Return to the altar.
Make room for the Holy Spirit again.
Make space for brokenness.
Make time for the presence.
I die with this cry in my spirit:
> “Bring back the Glory, Lord! Bring back the Glory!”
---
🌹 TO MY FUTURE WIFE — IF I NEVER MET YOU
If I die before I find you…
Know that I longed for you.
I prayed for you. I dreamed of you. I waited for you.
You were the crown I desired, the oil I hoped to receive.
I imagined waking up to your prayers.
I imagined worshipping together, serving together, traveling together.
You would have been my rib, my pillar, my garden of peace.
But if I die before I hold your hand…
Let my love reach you from eternity.
And know this—you were always in my spirit, even if not in my arms.
And if you do find someone else…
May he love you the way I would have—passionately, protectively, and prayerfully.
---
🪔 MY MESSAGE TO THE NEXT 100 YEARS
To those who will read my words decades from now…
I may be bones in the ground,
But my voice will live in books, videos, teachings, and songs.
Study me—not because I was perfect, but because I was intentional.
Trace the fire that birthed a movement.
Understand the pain behind the power.
Learn the principles that built the legacy.
Don’t idolize me—imitate the God I followed.
Build upon my foundation.
Do greater works than I did.
Shake nations more than I shook cities.
Preach with more fire.
Love with more compassion.
Let it be said:
> “He may be gone, but his fire is still walking the earth through those he raised.”
---
🏁 AND FINALLY...
If I die today, let the last thing said about me not be the date of my death, but the impact of my life.
Let people say:
> “He lived for God. He loved without fear. He left the world better than he found it.”
Let heaven record:
> “He finished his race. He kept the faith.”
And let earth know…
Promise Destiny did not die quietly—he left thunder in the hearts of men.
---
With Eternal Love, Tears, and Fire,
Promise Destiny
Father, Mentor, Founder and President of Dream Life Worship Center Movement
📞 WhatsApp: +260978411712, +260774957343, +260777017534, +260570054547
📧 Email: ZHJlYW1saWZld29yc2hpcCB8IGdtYWlsICEgY29t
📱 Social Media:
🔵 Facebook | 🎵 TikTok | 📸 Instagram | 🐦 Twitter | 🔴 YouTube
Oh Generation…
Hear me now, for I may not speak again.
You are the generation that carries both danger and destiny.
You are surrounded by temptation, seduced by pleasure, and attacked by distractions.
But within you lies the potential to shake kingdoms, break bloodlines, and rewrite history.
If I die today, let this be my prophetic cry to your ears:
Don’t chase fame—chase God.
Don’t trade your crown for clout.
Don’t sell your soul for a platform.
Don’t bow to Baal just to sit at man’s table.
Stay holy. Stay burning. Stay set apart.
Be violent in prayer. Be fierce in worship. Be ruthless with sin.
I have seen what compromise can do.
I have seen what silence costs when truth is needed.
I have seen what a generation without fathers becomes—lost, broken, confused.
That’s why I became a voice.
That’s why I shouted even when it cost me relationships.
That’s why I wept over altars, fasted for days, and preached when I was tired.
I gave my life so that you could rise.
So if I die today, don’t mourn me with laziness.
Pick up the burden. Carry the fire.
> You are the continuation of my story. You are the proof that I didn’t live in vain.
---
🌾 TO THE BROKEN, DEPRESSED, AND SUICIDAL
If I die today, I want to talk to you, the one who almost gave up yesterday…
You who cries at night.
You who hides your pain behind filters and fake smiles.
You who thinks nobody sees, nobody hears, and nobody cares.
Hear me clearly: I see you. And God sees you more.
I know what it’s like to want to disappear.
I know what it’s like to feel like a burden, not a blessing.
I’ve been there—where the silence is louder than screams.
Where joy is foreign and hope feels fake.
But if you’re still breathing, you still matter.
If I die today, let my life be a reminder that brokenness is not the end of the story.
God uses scars. God uses pain. God uses nobodies to shake nations.
So live. Breathe. Try again.
Get back up. Even with trembling knees.
Cry if you must, but don’t quit.
The world still needs your voice.
The Kingdom still needs your gift.
Your life is not a mistake—it’s a message waiting to be heard.
---
🔥 TO MY SPIRITUAL SONS AND DAUGHTERS
You carry my DNA.
I may not have raised you in the flesh, but I birthed you in the spirit.
You came alive through my voice. You found hope through my words.
You saw a version of yourself in me—strong, stubborn for truth, relentless for God.
If I die today, you must multiply what I gave you.
Don’t become preachers who entertain.
Be prophets who weep. Be pastors who bleed for their people.
Be teachers who feed the hungry with revelation, not hype.
Don’t dilute the Gospel to keep crowds.
Don’t hide your fire to fit in.
Don’t silence truth for applause.
Build like I built.
Pray like I prayed.
Fast like I fasted.
Suffer well, and rise again in glory.
Let Dream Life Worship Center be a womb for generations,
Where spiritual midwives raise prophets, not puppets.
Where firebrands are released into politics, business, music, and ministry.
If I’m gone, you remain.
Carry the oil. Guard the flame.
---
🛐 TO THE CHURCH — GLOBAL & LOCAL
Oh Church… the Bride of Christ…
How we have fallen asleep at the altar…
If I die today, I weep not for myself, but for the state of the Church.
Where is the fear of God?
Where are the burdened intercessors?
Where are the fathers?
Where are the watchmen who cry out in the night?
We have traded the Upper Room for a green room.
We have traded the secret place for the marketplace.
We have raised gifted men with no godly roots.
We have measured success by numbers, not by transformation.
Church, repent.
Return to the altar.
Make room for the Holy Spirit again.
Make space for brokenness.
Make time for the presence.
I die with this cry in my spirit:
> “Bring back the Glory, Lord! Bring back the Glory!”
---
🌹 TO MY FUTURE WIFE — IF I NEVER MET YOU
If I die before I find you…
Know that I longed for you.
I prayed for you. I dreamed of you. I waited for you.
You were the crown I desired, the oil I hoped to receive.
I imagined waking up to your prayers.
I imagined worshipping together, serving together, traveling together.
You would have been my rib, my pillar, my garden of peace.
But if I die before I hold your hand…
Let my love reach you from eternity.
And know this—you were always in my spirit, even if not in my arms.
And if you do find someone else…
May he love you the way I would have—passionately, protectively, and prayerfully.
---
🪔 MY MESSAGE TO THE NEXT 100 YEARS
To those who will read my words decades from now…
I may be bones in the ground,
But my voice will live in books, videos, teachings, and songs.
Study me—not because I was perfect, but because I was intentional.
Trace the fire that birthed a movement.
Understand the pain behind the power.
Learn the principles that built the legacy.
Don’t idolize me—imitate the God I followed.
Build upon my foundation.
Do greater works than I did.
Shake nations more than I shook cities.
Preach with more fire.
Love with more compassion.
Let it be said:
> “He may be gone, but his fire is still walking the earth through those he raised.”
---
🏁 AND FINALLY...
If I die today, let the last thing said about me not be the date of my death, but the impact of my life.
Let people say:
> “He lived for God. He loved without fear. He left the world better than he found it.”
Let heaven record:
> “He finished his race. He kept the faith.”
And let earth know…
Promise Destiny did not die quietly—he left thunder in the hearts of men.
---
With Eternal Love, Tears, and Fire,
Promise Destiny
Father, Mentor, Founder and President of Dream Life Worship Center Movement
📞 WhatsApp: +260978411712, +260774957343, +260777017534, +260570054547
📧 Email: ZHJlYW1saWZld29yc2hpcCB8IGdtYWlsICEgY29t
📱 Social Media:
🔵 Facebook | 🎵 TikTok | 📸 Instagram | 🐦 Twitter | 🔴 YouTube
Advertisement