In the sacred realm of faith, the born-again Christian emerges as a new creation—washed in redemption’s crimson tide [2 Cor 5:17]. Purchased at an incalculable…
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In the sacred realm of faith, the born-again Christian emerges as a new creation—washed in redemption’s crimson tide [2 Cor 5:17]. Purchased at an incalculable…
Leave a CommentIn the quiet chambers of my heart, I harbor wishes—not born of malice, but steeped in love. For you, dear soul, I wish the taste of failure—the bitter draught that humbles and reshapes.
Leave a CommentAh, the canvas of a day stretches before you, blank and uncharted. No grand plans, just a laissez-faire attitude—like a cat sprawled in sunbeams, contemplating…
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