An eclectic collection of songs sure to warm the soul of any believer. Nadra touches the heart of the listener with a potpourri of songs that encourage, empower, and enlighten.

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#		Title	Length	Sample
1		Manpower	5:32
2		Love Story	4:30
3		Jesus Christ	4:55
4		So Much Love	5:37
5		Truth - John 14:6	5:10
6		This Little Light of Mine	4:59
7		The Blood of Jesus	6:01
8		He Lives	4:25
9		Why?	4:24
10		Truth Remix	5:38

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It all started on the porch of our home that I shared with my parents Mr. August Thomas and Mrs. Edith Odell Squire DeMagnus and my siblings Patricia, Jacqueline, Roana, and the late August, Jr. I was nine years old. A big crash-the crash of a metal chair, a shattered drinking glass, and me. I do remember the fall, the crash, the pool of blood, and asking my mom in a panic sob, "am I going to die?" As mom attempted to lift me from the porch, where I lay with my throat positioned just above a piece of broken glass shaped like an upside "V," she responded, "no baby, you're not going to die!" At nine, I was too solid for mom to lift, so after several attempts and a delayed ambulance, she asked me to help her by lifting myself and we walked to the car. Daddy had been busy looking for the neighborhood visitor who brought to life his perpetual nightmare of having someone park just behind our car, locking us in at a time of crisis.

...Anyway, I was rushed to the hospital. The broken glass did much damage. In my right eye, my nerves were severed from my eyeball, so it could not be saved. My eyelid was slit straight across. With glass penetrating the actual eyeball, where there still is a piece, I lost use and vision of my eye and I received over eighty stitches that night. Eventually, I was fitted for and wore an acrylic prosthesis in the socket of my right eye. That broken glass did even more damages because for nearly twenty years after that night I was influenced by the testimony of those who teased me in grade school and in the neighborhood, and what I thought I saw and did not see when I looked into a mirror, and what society had dictated to be acceptable beauty. I believed that my life was over before it started.

Memories
My sister Jack tells me that Aunt Jean, my mom's sister, visited with us at home some time after the accident. Jack says that Aunt Jean looked at me as I sat with my eye bandaged. She said that Aunt Jean hugged me real close and with tears in her eyes she said to my mom, "Eedy God's got a plan for this girl's life." Now you must understand, we hear statements like this all the time all over the globe, but Aunt Jean was not known to have had intimate encounters with God. She may have been saved, but we never knew her as prophet! Mom says, in my sleep I would say, "Jesus I love you...I love you Jesus"

...Continuing...there were many years inside those twenty when I did not like myself. I liked nothing about me. I had no dreams. I had no visions for my life. I merely existed. I cried a lot. Often I did not want to live. I made many bad / stupid choices. I was passive and very inferior to many. I was often, and many times still am shy around strangers. I panicked during eye-to-eye meetings and whenever there was a camera around. In my mind, my skin was too dark, my hair was too short, my eye was "fake" and I would never be good enough...

You may wonder why I mentioned earlier that I thought my life was cursed. Well, I did not think just my life, but the life of my complete family...

...My older sister, Patricia, had begun to experience in addition to her hearing deficiency, some strange vision issues. Long story short, her life of daily routines was cut short by a disease called Retinitis Pigmentosa.

...The next older sister, Jacqueline (Jack) had dedicated the earlier part of her adult life to her husband and marriage. Today her testimony is that she has learned that God always gets first.

...And then there is the triple-powered faith tester:

August had just been accepted into the NOFD, after having applied more than thirteen years before. And, during a physical he was diagnosed with Sarcoma. He could not believe that such a thing would happen.

During a visit from hospice at Jack's home, all the family gathered to hear the ladies say, " these are changes to expect during August's transition...". I had been feeling badly that complete week. During the meeting, I was very weak and fidgety. After we all cried at the news that August's vitals were weak, I climbed upstairs to the bathroom. It was there that I fell weak to the floor. Jack was in the bathroom. She walked me to her bed and called mom. Mom stroked my hands and feet. They were pale. My eyes were white.

...After finally getting the doctor to meet us at the hospital, I was later diagnosed with AML (Acute Myeloid leukemia). Months later I learned that I was not expected to live through that first night (2% survival). At the point of admission into the hospital, my body began to lose the fight with the leukemia and a I had a deteriorating liver. I had begun to pass my liver. The initial 7-day treatment of chemotherapy had induced a coma, which lasted more than two weeks.

Our family locked arms and shared the weight of nursing a dying son/brother @ Jack's home and a dying daughter/sister in the hospital. August was the eldest child, and I was the youngest. My doctor, who later became mom's doctor would urge mom and dad to go home and get rest. She prescribed sleep aids for mom, who seemed never to get a wink during those months.

Before I cleared the woods...one morning early...around 4 a.m. (give or take) I woke. I had August on my mind. I wanted to call and check on him...I didn't. (We managed to talk on the phone a couple of times before he died...we would joke about which one had managed to get the most attention with the fight against cancer. "My port is larger than yours." "Well they take more blood from me than they do you...."

Later that morning as I was being wheeled back into my "suite" after scans and other tests, my mom, dad, and cousin were seated there. It was much too early for visitors.

.... August had passed on during the time I thought to call...

Mom would leave books of healing scriptures and tapes of praise and worship at my bedside. I could hardly see, much less read. But I did some talking to God. I wrote songs. I laughed a lot. People who would visit said that they did not know what to say on the way in, but they always left blessed.

We lost August one month after I was admitted into the hospital March 13, 1995.

...Then mom was diagnosed with breast cancer May 1997. She learned of the cancer as a result of two separate dreams she had, in which a sister and a good friend (both had been deceased for at least 10 years) each appeared bare from the waist up, having one breast removed. In each dream, mom asked the ladies what had happened. Each of the ladies replied that they had breast cancer. Days later as mom pondered the point of those dreams and knowing that neither of the ladies died of breast cancer, mom requested a second mammogram...to learn the results to be...breast cancer.

Today mom is fine. She is healed. She is a survivor.

After high school, I asked God to reveal to me His dream for my life. Then, I asked, give me a passion for your dream for my life. While I have always enjoyed singing, I fell in love with my gift of song when one day I noticed that I could be ministered to first from the testimony of the message in the song.

I sing God's praises because He is REAL and He is Good. I sing with laughter because I can feel God in my heart. I have experienced God as a balm to many personal hurts and misunderstandings. I have cried out to God for deliverance and healing...and He did it. God has always been exactly what He promised and much much more. I want the entire world to know that God is alive and He loves us more that we could ever know. In my music, I want to share what joy and peace and love and pleasure it is to know God, to experience His Son Jesus Christ, to live having the Spirit of God inside of me. Most of all, I want the world to know that God desires that every one of his creations would come to know Him in the same way.

In my heart, I know that I am on the path that God has designed for me. I have had visions of ministering in music all over the world, sparing no place. I have visions for business establishments where God will be exalted in New Orleans and then in the state and then the world. I see big things. I have offered my dreams back to God. I am expecting...