Holy.

Holy is his name who provides fruitfully without any shame– for He gets all the glory.   I open my heart to his holy gospel may he strip me apart and make me an apostle   to fulfill his purpose before I pass over and become a carcass— living with my one true Savior.  …

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His.

White flowers speckle across tall grass seeds that blossomed into something beautiful.   We are becoming the people we need to be ever so slightly evolving– transforming completely.   How wonderful it is to grow into yourself, to become a child of His and to accept thyself.   I wish this type of joy upon…

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Overtake.

I want to be tried by your holy fire, let it overtake me until I am purified.   Only you alone can break the shell around my heart. It is always well   when you are here. Lord please destroy what is not your will, and fill me with joy.   Holy Spirit come into…

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Tadpoles.

Love is a stream of rough pebbles and black tadpoles that grow into adulthood.   Soon to hop into fields of grass, moss filled ponds, and shrivelled wood.   Joining fresh rivers, new ecosystems, evolving naturally– never dwelling on the past.          Photo: Pinterest

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Thank You.

Perhaps it was a phase. But I am certain your arrival was right on time.   Never believed in love like this for myself until I met you.   I believe in grace, in second chances, in unconditional love and unending mercies.   Thank you for your presence.   Every single event in my life…

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Vessel.

Oh lord show me what to do because only your wishes come true   If creation worships you then I must do the same. Since you created me and you know my name.   Remember me at heaven’s gate for I am your child and it wasn’t fate   It was your plan— your design.…

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Willingly.

I worship you daily as if my life is not my own– and it isn’t, it’s yours and through you I’ve grown   into a vessel to be used by you, to fulfill your purpose the way you see through.   Teach me to stay humble even in moments of victory for you give and…

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Connections.

Isn’t it funny how fickle life is? One moment we are sailing on roaring waves and open seas. The next our ship rots in salt saturated waters, until it breaks apart.   Perhaps, it’s time to create a new life— filled with genuine interactions, not  one  exchanged  for goods or ‘connections’, but one that  resonates…

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Rushed.

Be still  little one.   Know that age  comes with time– never to be rushed but to be taken in.   For a rushed life only leaves you empty, as experiences are forgotten quickly.   Stay young  as long as you can and learn to enjoy the things you have now.   For one moment…

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Empty-tide.

Which side do you reside? Perhaps by the lake or an empty tide.   The engine’s on yet we don’t move, as if something– or everything is wrong.   Blue lips, rigid skin, perhaps time has caught up to our sins.   Now we sit buried in coffins, rotting bones, until we become nothing.  …

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