Poetry-Running Back to Christ

We run, He follows. We kick, He holds. He kneel, He listens. We come home, He opens his arms.


Bipolar Life- Armies Marched In

I walked alone that morning and prayed for tension and issues back home, and God delivered this to me, what I considered the sight of angels coming to escort me through the year. It has been just over a year now, and I can confirm that is exactly what it was.