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How would you like to keep your heart?
Tell me.
Taken by the world?
Or settled...
in your truth,
your real identity?

'Cause listen—
Many walk around hollow,
No sensitivity in their speech,
Throwing words like daggers
Never stopping to see who bleeds.

The hurt...
Yeah, yeah—
Hurt people hurt people.
But let me tell you something—
In this world?
In this real life?
The hurt…
still get hurt.
Again.
And again.

And they’re tired.
Tired.
Of trusting—
Just to lose it all
All over
Again.

And then act like
Nothing.
Ever.
Happened.

They carry that pain—
But it ain't just pain,
It's trauma
From way back—
Childhood days
Teenage haze
And all those late-night,
"What if I had…?"
conversations
They never say out loud.

Worries for tomorrow?
Yeah.
Stacked like cages
Inside their chest.
Each breath—
A protest,
A plea,
A whisper that says:
"Please… let it stop."

But still…
They breathe.
Not ‘cause it’s easy.
Not ‘cause it doesn’t ache.

They breathe
‘Cause deep down—
Somewhere in the cracks,
Where the light still gets in—
They believe.

Believe that maybe,
One day,
The tears that fall in silence
Will finally be seen.

And someone,
Somehow,
Will wipe them away—
Gently.
Like they matter.

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You heard me—
didn’t You?
Before my breath remembered shape,
You were already in the room
beneath the silence.

Sometimes I wonder—
why do You knock
before the door forgets it’s closed?
Why so soon,
so loud,
so gentle?

I didn’t believe in these things—
not the wind that speaks,
not the hush that burns.
But You— You’re God!
You’ve always been different.
And I,
always unraveling
in the sound of Your name.

This fragment—
the one I’ve hidden
under bone and memory—
You held it like it was Yours,
whispered it back to me
in a voice that felt like mine.

I know—
Your clocks are not my clocks.
Your roads curve where mine end.
Still,
I ask.

But I remember
who You are—
how You turn present pain
into seeds
for futures I cannot see.

So take it—
this now,
this ache,
this unopened hour—
and write it
into whatever tomorrow
You’ve already dreamed.

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A whisper, suspended,
in the breath of time—
You call me to pause,
to drink in Your beauty,
a nature unbound,
shifting through the veil of now.
Creation dances in Your eyes.
I am left undone,
consumed by wonder.

You pull the thread, stop.
The path, unwritten,
crumbles beneath my feet,
I stumble, without Your hand.
But there, in the space
between my breaths, You claim me.
How wondrous to be Yours—
in the pulse of life, a child in Your care.

Your voice, a ripple, “Go.”
The signal— clear as silence,
a knowing beyond knowing.
Peace not in the answers,
but in the stillness of surrender.
Joy blooms,
wild and untouched, when I listen.
When I obey, I am reborn
in the endless song of You.

Written in Your palms,
not just my path—
but the heartbeat of purpose,
carved in eternity’s skin.
I wait, unspeakable,
for the moment we meet.

In this breath,
I release my trust—
unfurling like an ocean,
no storm too wild,
no arrow too sharp.
Your love—
a masterpiece in fragments,
abstract, infinite,
a canvas that has no end.

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The beauty of Your Creation
speaks of who You are—
The art, the abstract, the purpose,
The meaning woven into all.
You hold every piece in Your hands,
And call it Your Masterpiece.

The gallery boasts not of its own depth.
The visitors pass through, entranced,
Some have not known the Artist,
But the patterns, from one work to the next,
Reveal His hand, His heart, His soul.

The Artist steps forward,
Presenting each piece to the naked eye.
But no one can claim them,
For they are His, and His alone—
A testament to His touch, His design.

Every piece has a story to tell,
One by one,
Some admiring the other,
Some passing by to the next,
Yet all are part of the grand design,
Each radiating its own magnificent beauty.

The balance, the harmony—
The Artist knows every detail.
He lingered over each intricate line,
Every stroke, every shape, every hue,
And He knows the angles where beauty hides,
In places the eye alone cannot see.

No glance is wasted, no hand unskilled—
Every piece a revelation,
A whisper of the divine,
A glimpse into the eternal,
Crafted with purpose, crafted with love.

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Life drains me,
And as I search for the reasons,
I find only myself to blame.
The choices I made,
The chances I let slip away,
The endless wandering that carried me too far.

For a time, I hated myself.
I cried tears not meant for me,
Carried burdens that weren’t mine to bear,
And still, they left me—
Alone.
The pain lingers,
But you never abandoned me.

My strength comes from you.
My joy, too.
And as I lie in the quiet,
I sleep wrapped in your embrace,
You cover me,
You rescue me.

Is it only me you bless?
Is your grace meant for me alone?
What must I prove to myself
When my heart no longer beats
in rhythm with your approval?

May I never miss my portion,
The rainbows you’ve already prepared for me.
For when I laid my heart bare,
You found it.

You brought it back to life,
So that now,
I can love you more than I love myself,
More than those I hold dear.

Does it matter if my tears run dry for them?
Will eternity slip away
if I choose what you do not desire?
When will I find myself again?
When will my soul be satisfied?