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

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

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