to walk with God begins small
in the breath we take at dawn
in the soft surrender to light
as it spills warmly on our skin
it is not thunder in the sky
or fire swallowing the horizon
but the gentle stirring within
that calls us to rise in love
how we answer becomes the proof
in hands stretched wide to others
in joy that spills and keeps spilling
in giving without counting the cost
this life is our sacred invitation
to serve with cheerfulness and grace
to become the witness of holy work
to love and be loved endlessly
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Author:
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Online) - Published: October 26th, 2025 05:00
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