Rob Costelow

Dear Beloved Rob

I forgot how beautiful the sound of one’s Psalms when it comes from the heart. You Beloved have an Angel’s touch complimented by your ability to evoke passion from within vocals

You my brother have an Angel’s touch. The strength in your praise leaves me breathless. You found the finest gold in the Garden of Eden.

Shall no weapon formed against you prosper? Your Psalms unto man pleases God (Jehovah).

I shall be honored to stand in the gap along side of you my brother, taste as a man the righteous blessings of your heart in his wonderful life.

With the breath of Angels and the Might of God Almighty in the memory of our Beloved Jesus the Christ shall you be lifted up on Angel’s Wings?

Shall you have a Great life but most of all have a better death for heaven awaits us all. God bless you and yours always On your way to your Dreams.

God has heard your prayers and he said yes my son yes you can praise me. Congradulations my beloved for you are now have our fathers ears. In my broken heart I wish it was me. None the less It is not my path. Be Well, Be Prosperous, Be Blessed

Your sound is hard powerful and beautiful only Christ Jesus and the Angels of God can duplicate. You grasped the finest gold in the Garden of Eden don’t let go. “”!

I enjoyed your Psalms sincerely.

Madaijavan
Sela.