by Zoe A. Choo


How we wanted to hold each other raged within; when we couldn’t hold it back anymore we started an arson in the little place we had barely even built.

Yet we weren’t burned. In the fire, You were there with us. What would’ve been viewed as a destructive fire, pivoted its course and burned the deep infestations that was in the sewers of our souls.

We sat in the ruins of our passion; cast within a figment of hollow hearts and lost lives.

But the hands of the Master Builder found us in ashes; covered us in His blood-washed romance. The Giver of Life, calls us His.


#psalms 51:17