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It's been years, yet the wound feels fresh. The scar is still there-a reminder that healing doesn't erase. But the lessons made the difference. And now, the beauty is…
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Does God Even Exist? In the quiet hour Jane asked: "Does God even exist?" In the silent echo she wondered: "Does He even answer?" Have you ever lifted your…
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Outlier October Screams of freedom, healing from the throne Echoes of mercy, hope for a tree cut down Not forsaken, not abandoned — Silent whispers: “Abba’s not mad, not…
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See more →It's been years, yet the wound feels fresh. The scar is still there-a reminder that healing doesn't erase. But the lessons made the difference. And now, the beauty is…
Read more →Does God Even Exist? In the quiet hour Jane asked: "Does God even exist?" In the silent echo she wondered: "Does He even answer?" Have you ever lifted your…
Read more →Outlier October Screams of freedom, healing from the throne Echoes of mercy, hope for a tree cut down Not forsaken, not abandoned — Silent whispers: “Abba’s not mad, not…
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(A Personal Sonnet of Vision, Education & Rise) I stitched my dreams beneath a leaking roof, Where Ajegule’s dust still crowned my hair, Each night I studied — failure…
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The wind hums secrets through the trees, A song of love, a gentle tease. Leaves dance free, both wild and bright, While stars ignite the silent night.
The leaves hum secrets to the wind, A tale of love, both lost and sinned. The trees stand tall, the rivers weep, For promises they couldn’t keep.