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5.The times - Days of Noah

HezekiYah - THE MOST HIGH

HezekiYah(Win)  ft BritYah

Strength by EliYahu Chozenfew and BritYah

HezekiYah - HalleluYah

May you consider your ways and pray that the Most High CHANGES YOU, molds you, and shapes you into what HE wants you to be. May anything that is UNLIKE HIM be removed from both you and I, so there is nothing but space and opportunity for the Most High to FILL US UP & USE US FOR HIS GLORY & HIS GLORY ALONE. Hallelujah, Amen. 🤍🙇🏾‍♀️

Change Me

Paul

Inyarachaa’s Fruits of the spirit song, from album: Journey 7

Fruits Of The Spirit Feat. Kayah x Freebrew Elarie x Ahabah

HOLY

Found It

How to Love

Hard Days

For Me and You

learn to yearn

The night is quiet, but the walls still hum,
Holding every breath of what we’ve become.
Your heat is gone, but the color remains,
A whisper of you pressed deep in the grains.
I pull the sheets close just to feel your trace,
Cherry-warm echoes floating through the space.

Not pain, not hurt — just the afterheat,
Red shadows blooming
on the white sheets.

I drag my fingers through the fading hue,
Every shade a memory leading back to you.
Soft echoes rise where our bodies met—
Marks of a night
I can’t forget.

Red, red, red
on the white sheets, sinking in deep.
Red, red, red
where your touch used to seep.
Red, red, red
in the folds we tried to hide.
Red, red, red
still blooming on the underside.

Red, red, red
in the places you held me tight.
Red, red, red
haunting the quiet of the night.
Red, red, red
where the truth refused to leave.
Red, red, red
in the stain you left in me.

I lift the fabric and the memories wake,
Your hands on my hips, the tremble they’d make.
You didn’t stay long, but the color stayed bold—
Red in the shape
of the secrets we hold.
Heat on my skin where the shadows cling,
Soft burning edges from everything.
It’s not what hurt — it’s the echo of heat,
Red blooming silent
on the white sheets.

The stain is soft, but it speaks your name,
A quiet confession wrapped in flame.
I press my palm where the warmth used to be—
Trying to feel
what you left in me.

Red, red, red
on the white sheets, sinking in deep.
Red, red, red
where your touch used to seep.
Red, red, red
in the folds we tried to hide.
Red, red, red
still blooming on the underside.

Red, red, red
in the places you held me tight.
Red, red, red
haunting the quiet of the night.
Red, red, red
where the truth refused to leave.
Red, red, red
in the stain you left in me.

I hold the sheets like I’m holding your breath,
Pulling the warmth from what’s left.
Nights like this don’t disappear,
They stain the silence,
keep you near.
Your name still lives in every thread—
Red like the words
we never said.

Red, red, red
on the white sheets, fading but real.
Red, red, red
in the shadows I can still feel.
Red, red, red
marking where we used to be.
Red, red, red
is the only part you left in me.

Stained Sheets

I hope by sharing my journey of repentance and change, encourages you to do the same 🌹

Found It

Yarden Iman

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