Memoirs

Of Birthdays and Reflections

A few weeks to my 21st birthday. I met my Lord. It wasn't until months later that I began to understand what this new life meant. Then words broke through the dam of self righteousness and flowed like a river. The beginning of my pen and paper romance. For many months after that I still… Continue reading Of Birthdays and Reflections

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Others, Poetry, Prophecy

The Rising

I see oil Trickling down Like droplets of rain In a storm a-rising I see Him- Potter Molding the clay to His will Drawing the hearts of fathers to himself Finding the lost and healing the broken I see fire Spreading relentlessly Through the hearts of men Like dry leaves in harmattan I see the… Continue reading The Rising