Category: Christan
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WHAT DID WE DO?
What did we do to earn such grace,That mercy meets us face to face?We brought no gift, no righteous claim,Yet still He calls us each by name. What did we do to win His heart,Before our days had even start?No work of ours, no shining deed—Just love that saw our deepest need. What did we…
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Finding Strength in God’s Promises
I heard you whisper, “I’m replaceable”But heaven calls you irreplaceable.One of a kind, divinely designed,With gifts no other soul can find. When voices label you incompetent,My love declares you fully competent.Where doubt tries hard to steal your flame,God speaks your worth and calls your name.So do not fear, don’t sink in despair,The Lord still heals,…
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From Ashes to Hope: A Journey of Grace
Ash upon my fragile brow,A silent prayer, a sacred vow.From dust I came, to dust return,Yet still for heaven’s light I yearn. Not marked by shame, but marked by grace,A cross of love upon my face.In death of self, new life is foundWhere mercy speaks without a sound. Through desert dry and hearts laid bare,God…
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Navigating Life’s Stages with Faith
Different stages, different places,Yet we all arrive at the same end.So many faces, varied paces,Still puzzled by the turns life sends. Why do people chase so many races,Convinced each winding trail will blend?Believing knowledge, strength, and gracesAlone are enough to transcend. We climb the ladders pride has built,Collect applause like precious gold.Yet hearts grow restless,…
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A Prayer for Healing and Courage
Loving and faithful Father,You see every woman , her quiet strength, her hidden tears, her whispered prayers.When she feels weary, be her rest.When she feels overlooked, remind her she is seen.When fear rises, plant courage deep within her.Cover the mother praying for her children,the grandmother covering generations,the woman facing illness, heartbreak, or uncertainty.Hold her steady.Restore…
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BEAUTY FOR ASHES
He gives beauty in place of ash,Restores what life has tried to smash.Where sorrow fell like heavy rain,He gently lifts the weight of pain. The oil of joy for tears once cried,For every wound you tried to hide.A garment bright of praise He brings,To quiet hearts with broken wings. Where spirits felt crushed and worn,He…
MARYANN BOSAH 