Molded in His image
Held steadfast in His hands
That shape tomorrow and erase yesterday
The product of His handiwork
From dust formed
Into dust shall return
My soul will forever rise up to my God
Sadness and sorrow
Wrongs committed
But sins wiped away instantly
Arms wide open and waiting
So I run
Right to the One
Ceaseless
Limitless
Enduring
Mercy
There is something beautiful, ethereal about the mercy that you give. How your soul seems to open up. The stitches of your heart unravel at the seam of a touch. And your hands become light again, repl
They’d come during the night. Yes, I could see it now: the way they had encircled the well-worn but sturdy building, a few laden with drums of kerosene. The soldiers had arrived with single mind and p
Angered. Attacked. Act. Broken. Battered. Bloated. Cut. Cracked. Cover. The reflection shows what the eyes don’t want to see. The folds. The handles. The fat calves. The jiggly arms. Everyday forever
