The Perfect MatchRead more: The Perfect Match
melt me like wax when your eyes collide with me melt me like wax
Enflame Your EyesRead more: Enflame Your Eyes
enflame your eyes enflame your heart let him see the work of art inside your spark
The King’s BelovedRead more: The King’s Beloved
Bold faith. Fierce faith. Intelligent faith. Determined faith. God’s Beloved walks in power. Beauty. Ferocity. Energy. She cowers to nobody.
Trust The OneRead more: Trust The One
She knows how to read Him. So He trusts her. She knows how to perceive Him. So He confides in her. When she’s close and when she’s not around, His soul will be found by her.
Through The CloudsRead more: Through The Clouds
Light me aflame and I burst into flight. Pomegranate merges with mango delight. Raspberry surges to towering heights of the clouds in a sky where the butterflies fly. How does pineapple collide with its passionfruit divine? Like a kaleidoscope of nectarine and lemon meringue pie.
Lovers’ BelongingRead more: Lovers’ Belonging
You belong to me and I to you. Just like the moon betrothed to the night amidst the tune of endless starlight. Fire beckons fire. Sunrise beckons sunrise. Water beckons water. Sunset beckons sunset to align on the horizon of eternity’s sky wherever the hemisphere brightens the light of God shining at every dimension.
Marked By Jesus: Mark 1:29-34Read more: Marked By Jesus: Mark 1:29-34
His feet move powerfully marking footprints in the sand where the shore glides up to the imprint. Its water dances softly into the sea leaving the marking. The holy marking. The sacred marking. Jesus’ feet.
Split The SkyRead more: Split The Sky
Thunder roared when the sky soared higher and higher into the galaxies converging. Lightning sparkled… in the showcase of a starry night unfurling like ribbons of silk in the waters beneath.
Born To LoveRead more: Born To Love
keep loving Me He says I want you to keep loving Me I need you to keep loving Me
Serve GloryRead more: Serve Glory
Royalty begins with serving. Jesus bears the marks of One who serves. Calloused hands. Nail lacerations. Blood streaked. Sweat seeping into the pores. This is what it looks like to be the King of the Universe.