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30/01/2026
𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻
I heard a call from a distant land,
A beckoning louder than an orchestral band.
It stirred something ancient, restless, and grand,
A pull I could feel, but barely understand.
“It’s purpose,” He said, as He stretched forth His hands,
“An awakening to the divine call that you have sensed.
Not noise, not chance, not fate loosely planned,
But summons etched deep by My own command.”
I took His hands, and He showed me around.
Then He gave me an ancient scroll, its letters so profound.
It told the story of the Patriarchs of old,
Of faith that walked through fire, of promises boldly told.
“My servant David have I found,” the sacred record read,
A man after My own heart, by whom My name was spread.
Father Abraham, called forth beneath a foreign sky,
Who trusted Me with everything, and watched the nations rise.
A cloud to guide by day, a pillar of fire by night,
A present help in trouble—You put their enemies to flight.
From Genesis through Revelation, Your covenant keeps its form,
You are the Master of calm and certainty, the stiller of the storm.
Their lives were not of ease or crown or fleeting fame,
But obedience in the dark, and trust without acclaim.
And as the scroll lay open, its truth made one thing clear:
The call that shaped their destinies was now what led me here.
. . .
Now faith is the evidence of things not seen;
Beyond the shores of doubt, I will still trust Him.
I'll take leaps of faith, even on turbulent seas,
With trust without borders—I'll believe beyond reason.
So I begin the journey of a thousand miles with my eyes closed,
Knowing fully well that You will never let go.
Oh, what peace, knowing You are in control!
Together we will soar, into the unknown.
© Abba's Pen, 2026
30/01/2026
INTO THE UNKNOWN
Today—6pm WAT.
Anticipate! ❤️
23/01/2026
𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨
Like fallen petals and dried-up leaves,
The old has gone, the new begins.
For autumn stirs what blooms in spring,
A brand new start—a new regime.
A new destination my eyes have seen,
Submerged within the waters of decision-making,
Failures and successes, my shedded skin;
The past must die so the future lives.
It is time to take responsibility for my life,
To make the most of all I have in time.
Enough of mediocrity—it is time to rise!
For the new comes not without a fight.
I was made to thrive, not merely to survive,
But if I set my sun, I’ll remain in the night.
From darkness, we must summon the light,
For in the contours of the old, there is no pride.
It is a crime to be eating and not be productive;
Having nothing to show for life is a violation of living!
I hold the advantage—I have God's Spirit;
Ladies and gents, welcome to the new beginning.
© Purity Writes
23/01/2026
New Beginnings will go live by 6pm WAT! Stay tuned. 🤍❤️
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