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John 4:16–18 (KJV)
Jesus saith unto her, Go, call thy husband, and come hither.
The woman answered and said, I have no husband.
Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said, I have no husband:
For thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.
Beneath the midday blaze at Jacob’s well,
A weary woman dr...
In days when words twist like serpents in the dust,
They call the darkness light, the bitter sweet with trust.
What God named sin, they crown with virtue’s name,
And hell’s grim warning fades, a relic of old shame.
They mock the cross as hate, embrace the lie as love,
Redefine the chains as wings, the prison as above.
Evil dons the robe of justice, st...
The poem challenges the common Christian teaching that feeling offended always signals personal pride, immaturity, or rebellion that must be quickly repented of and silenced. Instead, it argues that offense can sometimes function as a divine signal—a “trumpet” from the Holy Spirit—alerting the believer to something wrong in the spiritual environment, particularly when authori...
The poem challenges the common Christian teaching that feeling offended always signals personal pride, immaturity, or rebellion that must be quickly repented of and silenced. Instead, it argues that offense can sometimes function as a divine signal—a “trumpet” from the Holy Spirit—alerting the believer to something wrong in the spiritual environment, particularly when authori...
I wish I could do more, my Lord, my King,
For You who gave everything—
Your hands pierced, Your side torn wide,
To raise me up in victory’s tide.
Yet here I stand with empty hands,
A heart that burns, yet scarce began
To match the grace that set me free,
The boundless love You poured on me.
Still, in the quiet, small and true,
I offer ...