The Sound of the Overcomer

The Sound of the Overcomer

    The sound of an Overcomer Is trumpeting through the land. Can you hear it? Can you know it?   There is restoration that has yet to find Its places of rest, and The hands that it is meant to unite. Come Overcomer, And be not weary. Be not dismayed...

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TRUTH

TRUTH

  We coddle people with liesBecause we don't want to offend,But we never stop to considerWhat these lies do to Him. The very Truth we striveSo fiercely to concealIs the very Truth that's neededTo break the grip of Bondage's seal. Without Truth,None can be made...

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Have You Considered?

Have You Considered?

  Have you ever truly considered the heights of Heaven, Or the depth of the seas? Have you truly considered the workings and power of Almighty God, How He transcends men's limitations And shortcomings? He is valiant and great, Mighty and the Person of Peace, Of...

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Wells Filled With Dust

Wells Filled With Dust

  stagnant waters. stale and unmoving. what appears to be a place of refreshing is a habitation for flies. yet, many still come to drink from these wells filled with dust. the Presence once made His home in this place, but when the value of position outranked...

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Will You Invite Me In?

Will You Invite Me In?

  There is a weight  That crushes the head of every enemy. When I am invited in, The weight of My glory, the weight of My mighty presence Disrupts and dismantles the stance of the enemy. I will shake him out of place. I will remove his protection, displace him,...

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

    Here at The Scribe's Heart, we are so incredibly thankful for your love and support throughout this year. This has been quite a year so far, and we are grateful to you for walking alongside us on this journey. Thank you for the AMAZING that you are, and...

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Collections of a Written Mind

Collections of a Written Mind

    My new release, Collections of a Written Mind, is now available!!!! Collections of a Written Mind takes us back to the beginning of my journey as a poet and writer. You get to meet me between the ages of 14 and 18, as I am awakening to the gift of...

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The Gift

The Gift

Gift. Beautiful. Precious. Given without repentance. If only it was enough On its own, But it isn’t. The Gift. Standing atop stages, Lights blazing In the background. Not bright enough to outshine the gift. Much too dim to expose the dark. Much too dim. Much too dim....

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Fortified City

Fortified City

  Here I stand With gold in my hand. The sun shines brilliantly upon me, And I am Dawn’s trumpet. When my eyes open, Day begins, and No one can tell me differently. My walls can’t be broken through. Rains, winds, and storms turn away At the very sight of me, For they...

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