Chinwendu Chime
@chinwenduchime866007
1 year ago
Once a prodigal child
Once lost but now found
In my father's house, there are many rooms.
I cannot be homeless. I cannot be lost.
He knew me before I was born, even before the thought of conception, he carried me in his mind.
He thought of me day and night and crafted me to his liking. His words are the foundation of the world
For that alone affliction knows me not.
Do you even understand?
My father made the world out of words from his mouth and then he made me in his image and likeness. He gave me his breath to live from, he molded me a body just like his.
If that doesn’t blow your mind away I wonder what will.
-wendu_diseño
Chinwendu Chime
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