Intro
Faith feels like a sharp blade in my own hands, slicing clean through the fear that was slowly moulded into a wild, raging beast inside me throughout all those horrific years. I watched that fear grow teeth and claws, feeding on every nightmare, every betrayal, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. But Yeshua is right here with me, paving the way straight through the flames that are trying to consume me. He walks ahead, and somehow His presence is refining me with grace instead of letting the fire destroy me. This life isn’t some casual game I can play half-heartedly—my soul can actually be slain, ripped apart and cut into pieces if I let it, all for Lucy’s personal gains. I feel the weight of that truth in my bones now: eternity is on the line, and the enemy would love nothing more than to tear me apart for sport. So I grip this blade of faith tighter, letting Yeshua lead me through the blaze, because I refuse to let my soul become another trophy for the darkness.
Outro
So here I stand, blade of faith still dripping with the remnants of that fear-beast I finally cut down. The flames didn’t consume me—Yeshua walked me straight through them, and every lick of fire only burned away what needed to die. Grace didn’t just save me; it sharpened me. This life was never a game, and my soul was never up for Lucy’s twisted entertainment. I almost let the darkness carve me into pieces for its own sick pleasure, but not anymore. I’m still here, refined, breathing, and holding the line. The war isn’t over, but neither am I. Yeshua paved the way—now I walk it with no fear left to feed on. The beast is dead. The soul is whole. And the next time the fire rises, I’ll smile through it, because I already know who’s walking me home.
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