Beyond Ordinary Living

Aging arrives without an invitation,
A silent thief that steals the marrow’s fire.
We watch the sunrise bake the bone to brittle,
While silver frost climbs up the evening spire.
Day by day, the mortal frame is thinning,
Night by night, the steady shadows grow—
Yet, as the outward luster starts its fading,
The inner lamp begins its greatest glow.
​We must be stewards of the fleeting moment,
And gold-miners of the memories we keep;
For every sun that climbs the morning mountain,
Must eventually descend into the deep.
Our story is a script in unique cipher,
A melody that ends when we depart—
A sacred ache, a space that stays forever,
For no one else can wear a Freeman's heart.
​The tragedy is not that life is finite,
But that the mold is broken at the end.
No double can replace the soul’s reflection;
No second hand can ever quite transcend
The way you Loved, the way you Lived your message,
The way you stood against the coming night.

So cherish now, for when the book is closing,
The world will miss your unrepeatable light.

Poem by Pastor Keyym

If you feel like years have slipped away and your dreams are still far off, remember that God is never late. He is still writing your story, and every season you’ve endured has been preparing you for what’s ahead. Your past does not define your future—His plans for you are full of hope and purpose. Hold on, trust His timing, and watch Him turn what feels lost into a testimony (Jeremiah 29:11 – ‘For I know the plans I have for you…plans to give you a hope and a future’