Lines.

If love was like crisp autumn mornings, would you still open a window to let the sun in? Despite the frost, I open up like a new journal to be tampered with until it becomes something familiar. Until the feeling of paper  on rough finger tips become  a need–an expectation  to be used purposefully. Unleash your secrets…

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Enough.

If I could see me as you see me, then doubt would  become a myth. Your love is undying altering, refining  yet I try to replace it with the world. Believing I can fill  my own spirit, but  forgetting that it’s you who provides. I have enough, because of you. I have enough, in you.…

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Care-takers.

White turtle doves across electric wires underneath the earth cracks and conspires to make sense of how stainless creatures  can roam unaffected  whilst the world  burns and forests are neglected, when will we think  of creatures other  that ourselves? when did we become  less than earth’s caretakers? I pray for those that lack empathy. I…

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Serve.

A relationship with you  is all I desire  so purify me  with your holy fire. Change me until I am fit to enter your empire,  one with glass floors and white sapphires.  I aim to become  how you made me– a follower of Christ  to only serve thee. What do you really want in God?…

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Warrior.

I reclaim my life and what I have been called to do. For your grace has awakened me to speak boldly about your gospel. We bind the forces that oppress and control, the forces of evil that deceive and steal, no longer has power for I exist in the kingdom of God. Your hate has…

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Our Father.

Our father, who art in heaven fill me with your holy presence.  let your words  take hold of me to turn me into a devotee– a humble servant who seeks you, to spread life and your truth. for I only wish to fulfill your will not my desires, instead instill your holy plan  and yours…

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Sleep Paralysis.

Dried lips crack into a painful smile as skin becomes rigid like winter’s air   fingertips scrape on split cobble stone with broken glass piercing bare feet   hair drenched in ice cold sweat shivered to the bone with deathly silence   I thought it was a dream, yet you truly existed. Sometimes, I like…

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Rush- a short story.

“Wynonna hurry up!” Mom hollers from the front corridor. Her feet stomp and a suitcase drags through the upstairs hallway, down the steps, and out the front door. I rummage through my bedroom closet and toss random clothes into the open suitcase behind me. “Okay, shirts, pants, sweaters, shoes… what am I missing?” I recite…

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I Wonder.

I wonder what being in your presence is like.   I wonder how my life would be if I still wasn’t awake.   I wonder what I did to deserve your holy strike.   I wonder if you can fix my desire to be ‘alike’.   I wonder if I truly am a part of…

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Worldly Temptations.

We are children of great light yet society has blinded our sight.   You called me when I was in sin and now I can live again.   I didn’t deserve your bountiful grace yet you opened me up and made a place—   your house exists within this body to live in bliss and…

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