surrender.
put death my desires
set the fire ablaze
I'm blindfolded in a maze
your refuge is what I crave
send rain on my parade
no shade no masquerade
my heart is full of guile
put my soul on trial
but first,
promise me you'll stay a while
@ 1:15am
Falling or Flying
Letter to my Father — who arts in heaven whose name is to be hallowed .. Song : Hard fought hallelujah Brandon Lake It’s funny because I was just talking about how I have so much to say—yet lately, I’ve been speechless. I don’t know if I’m falling or flying. Honestly, I can’t tell the difference. My life feels completely surreal. My business came to a halt due to a fire, and then, just six weeks later, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I am stunned. Not because I ever considered myself exempt from suffering, but because, you know how it goes—you never think you’ll be the one facing the unimaginable. And if I’m being honest, I’d admit that I feel offended. But let me say, your execution has been immaculate. The way every detail and moment of discernment fell into place so seamlessly—it could only be orchestrated by the Creator. Your timing, preparation, and intentionality are absolutely awe-striking. Thank you for allowing me the time to develop my spirit, to build endurance and...
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