#Jesus
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O Lord, who fashioned love itself,teach us to love as Your martyr loved,not in fleeting sentiment,nor in words untested by sacrifice,but in the fire of surrender,where self is poured out like oil for the lamp. St. Valentine bore Your name in chains,his love not bound by fear,but made bold in the face of cruelty,a whisper Read more
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Kindness speaks with gentle words,a smile, a hand outstretched,a fleeting warmth that soothes the woundbut does not mend the flesh. Yet love—true love—descends beneath,where kindness fears to tread.It bears the weight of others’ pain,pours wine where wounds have bled. Kindness offers what is safe,what costs the giver naught,but love will kneel, embrace the cross,no mercy Read more
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He did not speak of love in mere words,soft syllables drifting like mist in the wind.No—He walked it, wore it, bled it,poured it out like wine too rich to hoard. He touched lepers none would dare to see,held children the world deemed too small.He broke bread with the broken,spoke life into silence,called sinners by name, Read more
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In the beginning, before time’s breath, the Word stood eternal, creating all things—the stars, the seas, the bending tree—life and light to all, shining in darkness that would not overcome it, yet His own did not know Him as He walked among them, full of grace and truth, turning water to wine, offering living water Read more
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In the shadow of the cross, I stand,A sinner wrapped in tattered rags of pride,The world’s allure still clinging to my hands,Yet here, You call me—arms stretched open wide. I see the nails, the thorns, the crimson flow,Each drop a message: Beloved, you are Mine.What love is this, that stoops so low,To bear my curse, Read more
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*image generated with AI, October, 2023 Where do I belong,if not cradled in the curve of eternity’s hand?The world shifts beneath my feet,roots torn by winds howling,“You are out of place.” I have wandered among the fleeting,held fast to shadowsthat promise solidity yet dissolve.I have cast anchorsinto oceans of approvalyet remain adrift. But in stillness—beneath Read more
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Not a measure of space—but as near as the breath that leaves our lips,the assured hope of a prayer unfurled in faith,the heartbeat that stirs when love takes root. Heaven is not some distant star,but a flaming flicker in the human soul,a reflection of the divineetched into our essence, our identity. It’s as close as Read more
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God is not magic,not smoke or show—He is the breathin the seeds we sow. Stop wishing for wonders,start bending your knee;in prayer, you’ll findwhat was always meant to be. Read more
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His love, they say, is reckless, wild,Like winds that chase the wayward child.No walls too high, no heart too far,No wound too deep to leave a scar. He seeks the lost with fervent grace,Unmoved by scorn or shame’s embrace.The broken find in Him their rest,The outcast, welcomed as His guest. No caution in the love Read more
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Do we carve the air with silvered speech,Only to let it fall,A polished echo of promises,Too brittle to stand tall? We speak of love like it’s a flame,A holy warmth, divine,Yet hold it close within our hearts,Afraid to let it shine. What good is light that seeks no dark,A river that will not flow?What worth Read more
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