A letter to Self

Dear Me, I decided to write you a letter because you and I know that I hear better when its written, and this is the...

Emerging

See, I'm emerging, tearing through birth pains with a prayer in my bosom, With a declaration on my breath ''I am not a stillbirth" Lungs screaming for...

Lover of my soul

When the sun rises i look up to you At noon i listen for you voice And when the sun sets i find my rest in...

Times & Seasons II

Our heavenly father controls the times and seasons of life, He can choose to delay time to help us like He did until Joshua...

Times & Seasons (part 1)

As the year rolls on, time speeds by... Today my heart is drawn back to the prayers i was inspired to write on times...

Sure Blessings

Burst into songs and short for joy For God is within you and you will not fail His unfailing love for you can never be shaken For...

Fill my cup Lord

Leaking... Something leaked I know not how Who poked the holes and with what But something changed and i feel the loss Hollow! Drip, drop, in dribbles it went A little...

God is into hard stuffs

Is anything too HARD for the Lord? At the appointed time, when the season comes around, I will return to you and Sarah...

10 Days of Unusual Prayers.

DAY 1 Let us start by thanking God for His many benefits according psalm 68:19 "Blessed be the Lord, Who daily loads us with benefits,...

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A letter to Self

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Perfect

The creator made no mistake, we were not made wrong, not made of expired parts, not made by faulty hands, not made of defective tools.   Yes, we were made...
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Poetry itself demands life of me, Were I to ignore the pull, every intersection would lead me right to it. It’s a spiritual tugging that demands I give, give of the thoughts that flows in my veins, feeling my path through life with words. Stay connected and let us journey together