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Cedar Walls and Nail-Scarred Hands

I built my walls of cedar pride,Convinced His temple could abide“Another day, another year,”While I chased dreams I held too dear. I called it wisdom, patient, wise—To keep my comforts, guard my skies.But underneath my careful schemes,My altar gathered dust and dreams. Then in the quiet, whispers came,A holy grief, a gentle flame:“If not now,…
Joseph

Joseph’s story begins with a coat and a calling. As a teenager in his father’s house, he wore a garment that said, without words, “You are favored.” “Now Israel loved Joseph more than all his children… and he made him a coat of many colours” (Genesis 37:3). That visible favoritism, combined with God-given dreams of…

Cedar Walls and Nail-Scarred Hands