Christ at the Center ✨✝️
Christ at the Center ✨✝️ Once, life felt steady— not perfect, but enough. Then the storms came, and so much happened, things words could never hold. I fell. I broke. I found myself in a world I never expected— a world of lies, of oppression, of endless trials, day after day. Yet still, I have faith. Still, I have hope in the Lord. For He sees me, He knows me. His plans are good— not of evil, but to give me hope, to give me a future. So I lift my eyes to Him alone. And I pray, may I never forget the coldness of this world, its false smiles, its manipulations, the pain it caused. May I always remember— never to put my trust in man. For one thing is certain: I will rise. Christ will win this battle. Things may fall apart, but the center holds. Christ— Christ is the center of it all.
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