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Some say the critic is the villainous foe, Who laughs when your story moves too slow. But truth be told, and here’s where it starts,

Some say the critic is the villainous foe, Who laughs when your story moves too slow. But truth be told, and here’s where it starts,

It started one day when I felt quite atrocious, My writing was messy, my grammar ferocious. I needed a spark that was bold and ambitious,

God gives his gifts in various ways, To light our nights and brighten our days. No gifts are alike, yet they’re much the same. Each

Some writers need pressure to push through the gate, They wait for the deadline, then fear they’ll be late. They scramble and stress as their

When our desires say, “Do this,” and the Law says, “Don’t.” We’re tugged and we’re torn, but what says we won’t? Deep down in our

God’s clothing line’s not sold in malls— No racks, no tags, no dressing halls. He tailors hearts, not coats or ties— A perfect fit, with

Those who know you, Lord, will see, You’re faithful throughout eternity. You will never fail. You’ll never flee. Your steadfast love brings liberty. When fear

No one has seen him. He’s hidden from sight. He dwells in a brilliance too blindingly bright. Yet through his own Word, all Heaven declares,

An aspiring writer sat waiting for signs from above, For perfect directions, for proof of God’s love. But faith doesn’t wait till the map is

We see one thread, all tangled tight, But God sees patterns shining bright. The back looks messy—knots and flaws, But flip it and behold …

Prayer is more than saying, “Please.” It tunes our hearts and bends our knees. It’s where our “stubborn will” lets go, And love learns what

The Israelites were quick to yearn For comfort in their past return. They missed the meals their chains supplied, Forgetting what those meals had denied.