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The Altar and the Offering

I brought Him my fragments—sharp-edged ambitions,dreams rusted by years of holding too tightly,fears that whispered like thieves in the dark.They clattered upon His altarlike stones that could never fitthe crown He wore. He asked for more than what I could spare.He asked for the pulse of my choosing,the reins of my will,the fortress of selfI…
When Heaven Whispers, “Go”

We wait for skies to open wide, for signs and trumpets loud, While heaven pleads in still, small ways beneath a veiling cloud. We measure faith in measured steps, in schedules tightly spun, Yet Christ once ran with bloody feet beneath a setting sun. We guard our comfort like a crown, protect our days from…

The Altar and the Offering