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There was only one life…
one life that could carry the weight of a broken world,
one life pure enough to stand where all others had fallen,
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The gift of life
is not merely a product of chance,
it is the signature of God,
the Creator…
the Sustainer…
the One who whispered e..
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We have been taught to fear the knife.
We have been taught that the greatest wound is the one inflicted by a hand we trusted. The betrayal. The broke..
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I am Not Afraid of Storms…
It’s easy to love the sunny days... right? The smooth, calm waters where the horizon is clear. But I know tha..
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I let you slip away. I didn't see the magic right in front of me, and I totally... I absolutely blew it. I was a fool, blinded by the ordinary when so..
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Before the empty tomb, there was the silent, shadowed garden...
Before the triumphant sunrise, there was the brutal, broken Friday...
Before the glo..
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How do I forget you?
Tell me, how does one erase the light, when the eyes have known only the sun?
How do I forget you
when you are that joy I refu..
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Abandonment…
is a wound with many layers...Not just being left, but being neglected...
Layered in silence.
Layered in absence.
Layered in ..
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I am throwing open the doors of my dreams…wide... I am more whole
when you rest within my arms...
when your heartbeat finds mine
without sea..
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A sudden stumble. A frantic, forced detour.
A broken promise. A plan no longer sure.
We call it a "wrong turn."
A catastrophe.
A ruinous mistake i..
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