I wake up thinking about Your love for me. I wake up trying to understand why You love me still. My mind often cannot comprehend, and words fail me when I try my hardest. At this crossroad of WHAT IS and HOW COULD THIS BE, I turn to song. With each chord strummed, I fall... Continue Reading →

On The Hill

"On the hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross, the emblem of suffering and shame..." (Bennard, 1913). On the hill, on that Cross, was where the battle for my life was won. On the hill, on that Cross,¬†was where my victory was taken back for me. On the hill, on that Cross, was where... Continue Reading →

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