I am but a seed, sprouting in a world that seeks to devour.
Nightly creatures surround me, cloaked in deceit,
Their whispers, snares—luring with false promises of belonging.
Disguised in sheep’s clothing,
They drink deep from the well of my joy,
Siphoning the goodness within me,
Wearing masks of virtue,
Ordaining themselves in false righteousness.
Yet my soul aches, burdened by the weight of their lies,
Weary from the relentless press of deception,
Like thorns choking the tender vine of faith.
But I am covered,
By the blood of the Lamb,
The Passover sacrifice,
His righteousness a fortress around me,
The shield of His grace my protection.
In Him, I find refuge and strength,
The Rock of my salvation,
A strong tower I can run to and be safe.
Though the enemy rages,
I am more than a conqueror,
For through Christ, I rise.
~Written by K.inthia
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