Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’

I heard You speak, yet I turned away— Now I sit in the silence, craving Your voice. Still, Your mercy finds me where I fell.

Man was first in the beginning. But something was broken in him to make room for her. Adam’s rib. So here she is. A poem by Garcia Garoes

Why pursue the paths of death, When Christ brings life in every breath? True freedom calls, yet we still flee.

Faith is the anchor when storms rage. It’s not the absence of struggle but the courage to trust God through it. The just live by faith—a

Strayed from the course, chasing the glimmer of the night. But when I had it in my reach, it didn't really give. The grass seem greener over there, but there's no place like home.

He called me out of my despair, His grace endured my failures. When the world cast me aside, He called me His own. A Poem by Frieda Shilili

Broken and bruised, lost and confused. Scattered pieces in the dark, those bleeding pieces, those are fractures of my heart. But then God pa

Gay Girl. Bleeding wounds, healing for your wounds. A chapter from the LGBTQ+ chronicles, a Love letter by Hafeleni Mwatile

In silent sorrow, Joseph cradled heaven’s sacrifice. With trembling hands, he honored love beneath the shadow of death.

“An army of sheep led by a lion will defeat an army of lions led by a sheep.” Your understanding of who you are is what will determine what

Gripped by chains oppression, I try to break free from but I keep on falling, it took hard truths and ridiculous grace to break me free

Hi grown up, you forgot to play, you forgot to laugh and dance. Yes you're grown up, but one thing remains true, you are only but a child.

Prone to wonder l, sometimes I stray, I hear whispers in the wind, calling my name, a still small voice calling me back home, gentle whisp

After many years of unforgiving drought, it's finally raining in the land, sudden disruption in the pattern is just a reminder that even the

The trumpet sounds, the sky is torn, Too late to kneel, too late to beg. Only the truth remains—no more disguises.

Love letters, letters to my friends. Let me give you flowers while I'm here. Forgive me for reading them in the open

My heartfelt plea, wrestling with pain, faith and God's silence. Yet through it all, I hold on believing that mom will be oka

The world shouts promises of joy, yet leaves hearts empty. How long will you chase what cannot satisfy?

Letters to my friends. let me give you flowers while i'm here. Forgive me for reading this in the open, but theres many like you.

So excited to have surrendered your life to Jesus, you go home expecting everyone to be excited. To your suprise, no one is. #Narrow road