Broken and Bruised
Broken and bruised, lost and confused. Scattered pieces in the dark, those bleeding pieces, those are fractures of my heart. But then God pa
The Little Whispers
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
Return, O Prodigal
He knew what he had to do. But would He still want him after all this time? The whisper came again, gentle yet firm. "Come home"
Come
As deep cries out to deep, your heart yearns for a place where your truest longings are met. Come, because such a place there is.
Jesus Showed Up
When Jesus comes in, the demons walk out. Call upon his name in the midst of your mental turmoil
12 LETTERS
M Â y dopamine receptors are shattered. E Â ach vein brims with melancholy. N Â otice my insatiable appetite for death? T Â hat's how I'm...