Ashes meet the Altar
Hell may roar—loud enough to shake your bones,
to make you crumble,
to fold into yourself
wrapped in shame, fear, despair,
defeated by the weight of sin.
But when you pray
when your knees meet the ground
and you begin to reclaim your place
something shifts.
What follows…
is no longer a battle.
The rest is history.
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