Caught in the remote winds, carrying sails through deserted graves, A place where once crawled with lost souls now lost from the emptiness.The thumbing echoes of my heartbeat resounds like a rock music concertsplit between hard and soft.The strings that held us together,breaking from the weight of our mistrustsand the warmth we created with our… Continue reading Echoes of pain.
HEARTS ARE NOT TOUCHED BY HAND BUT WITH GOOD DEEDS
HomeOfLoveTeam is made up of young students who saw the need to help through giving and taking donations to make sure kids in orphanages stay fed, kids in the streets are loved equally, elderly/Aged are cared for.
They give from their hearts and with the little they get they make sure it’s well distributed.
They don’t just donate and forget, they play a role in making sure that, those kids and elderly feel and experience the joy of the kind hearts by visiting the homes and spending time with them. Getting to know them, to love them and care for them as family do.
I believe in the goodness of heart and this team is made up of great brave hearts.
Being an orphan has got a lot of challenges,think of yourself in that state.You have no Dad, you have no Mum,it’s just you and your siblings.You as the head of the family,you have to go an extra mile for your siblings. Working day and night to provide for them and all their needs.
Truly it is a big responsibility for many of us out there. Sometimes you just feel like giving up and many ideas go through your head that leaves you more empty inside.
Only God strengthens a person to keep up with the dream of doing something great for himself and the generation to come.
I give thanks to God for the gift of a family, although it has been a struggle living my mother didn’t give up on us(my 3 brothers and I) She had to go through a lot to keep us as comfortable as possible…
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Inspiring words to read.
Broken. I need your love, I need your grace and mercies. Make me one with the Holy Spirit, make me whole. Fill my heart, renew my soul, cleanse me Lord, make me happy once again. Lift my spirit, help me up, wipe my tears and my fears away. Open doors for me, feed me your… Continue reading ORISON
I wish to write of romance, but I find no chance. Beautiful it could be, but of flowers, would remind me of my past lovers. I stop as soon as I start, drawning in memories of my first. The way she kiss, sure that I miss. Her catwalk, not what I wish to talk. Perhaps… Continue reading RUMINATION