Enraptured Adorationfills my heart.Unequaled holinessastounds my senses.Pure light and true loveencompass You.All I can never fathom,trapped in a cage of flesh and bone.Without hesitation, I cast myself atYour Feet, weeping bitter tears.As they fall to the dust,I’m overwhelmed.You have known me, Lord,since I was fashioned in my mother’s womb.Let me not forgetYour abundant Grace!For I’ve ...

It will be okay.Among the murky clouds of despair,God’s light willpierce throughthe dark, twistingpain in your heart. “When you walkthrough the fire,you shall not be burned,” is thepromise madein Isaiah 43:2. So it is spoken to thoseof little faith, in thethrongs of life thatthreaten to overwhelmand consume you. In the moments spent with tears cried ...

Can one imagine thedepths of a man’ssoul? Among anticipated crowdsof bleating sheepand raised voices, Eager to see the merchandiseeach pitiful trinket,worthless bauble Compared to treasuresthe Father storesawaiting them in Heaven. “Come one, come all,a cross necklace for five dollars,”the salesman cries out. A Bible scenario,envisioned beforemy eyes. “How about a WWJD bracelet?The finest way to ...

Come and lay your burdens down Here at my feet. Come and rest in my presence, I will bring you peace. Stay here a while. Talk with me, child. Take off your strong face, Let go of your wild. Cry to me, scream, Do what you need. You think I don’t hear you. You think ...

An ordinary man, unafraid, unashamed, cherished by humanity, Bold to proclaim truth on rooftops, regardless of cost. A man once asked, with sincerity, like talking to a friend. “If you could be associated with one thing, how would you want to be remembered?” And without hesitation, spoken from the lips of one honest and loving, ...

Music played through the wide-open doors of the cafeteria and bright-colored lights flickered on the walls. The announcement echoed as “Low” by Flo Rida played. Balloons and silver paper stars decorate the entryway. They didn’t shine bright as the stars above, highlighted by a full moon, along a desert landscape. Tonight was prom; the night ...

Content warning: This story contains mentions of suicide, self-harm, and trauma. This story is written for an adult audience. Midnight-black shadows cascaded over the bright blue-painted walls of a studio-apartment-sized home. Crickets chirped outside a barely cracked open window that displayed an open, blanketed heavenly sky. The stars themselves twinkled like gems across a desert ...

O, downtrodden soul, weep no more. You have a curious mind, a need to touch and see to believe what is right in front of you. But they spit on your face and kick you to the ground. You wonder what it is that you did wrong, as everyone you know looks at you with ...

Alone in an empty room, the clock ticks, resounding off the walls. But time stands frozen, as if preserving the stillness of the night. Shadows remain present in the lonely abode, like the pain in my soul. A haunting reminder that becomes worse than any religion can conjure in their minds. My anguish food for ...

“Did Biden just start World War Three to sabotage Trump?” the people exclaim in hushed silence, shaking their heads in astonishment. If only it were that simple. I do not have the answers any more than my fellow human beings about what is truth or pure bias. Life is essentially a mystery, the fog leaving ...