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A spark of joy, a gentle flame,   It warms the heart, it knows no name.   Through winter nights or summer skies,   Its glow remains, it never dies.   It lives in laughter, soft and true,   In kindness shared, in all we do.   No gift too small, no smile too late,   Love opens doors, it shifts our fate.   The seasons turn, the years will run,   Yet hope shines bright like morning sun.   For every soul, in every place,   The spark of joy becomes our grace.   And when the shadows start to grow,   This light will teach the heart to know:   Though time may change, though paths may bend,   The glow of joy will never end.

The morning breaks in gentle hue,   A sky of gold, the world feels new.   Laughter drifts, the voices sing,   Happiness hides in the simplest thing.   A smile exchanged, a hand held tight,   A candle glowing soft at night.   No grand parade, no crown, no throne,   Just warmth that whispers, "You’re not alone."   Seasons turn, the years will fly,   Leaves will fall, yet hope won’t die.   For joy remains, a steady flame,   It lights our hearts, it stays the same.   So dance with time, embrace the day,   Let kindness guide along the way.   Life is rich when love is near,   And happiness waits, year after year.

🌟Where every birthday blooms into light, and every wish plants tomorrow’s dream...🌟 🌲 🎉🎁🎄🍰🎂🌲💎🧁🎄 Upon this dawn, the stars align,   A radiant glow, a day divine.   The world takes pause, the skies proclaim,   A soul of light, they call your name.   🎄🧁🕊️❤️🥀🎁🌲 The candles flicker, wishes soar,   Dreams unlocked through every door.   Laughter dances, joy takes flight,   Your spirit shines, a beacon bright.   🎄🎉🩸🔥🏖️💋🌲 May moments weave in golden thread,   With love and hope forever spread.   For birthdays mark not time alone,   But seeds of wonder you have sown.   🌲🎊❤️‍🩹🍁🌻🎄 So raise the song, let voices say,   A brighter world begins today.   Chrissaint Trivett (Rev. C. S. Akpan), rejoice—your path is true,   The universe celebrates with you. Sponsored by   Krissaint Publishing, A Divi...

Verse 1 He drifts through winters past the map, His lamp is flick’ring low; Its hue will shift from age to age, As time begins to flow. Verse 2 He watched the Romans toast the night, In halls of stone and gold; His crooked hat tilts to and fro, To catch the secrets told. Chorus Where moonlight drifts on silver snow, The light is cold and bright; You hear his laughter echo low, Beyond the walls of night. The cold winds carry: Confusio. Verse 3 He danced with goats in fields of frost, And sang a Satyr's song; He tripped the iron gears of time, Where right was poured with wrong. Verse 4 He bartered jokes with wandering kings, And gave the monks a bird— A clockwork toy for sacred scrolls, With riddles for each word. Verse 5 He crossed the steppes where cold stars gleam, To stir the edge of sleep; He walks where ancient stories dream, In snowdrifts wide and deep. Verse 6 The Sir of mischief takes his hand, To twist the rules of lore; He pours the truth into a lie, To laugh for evermore....

♦️ With Refrain ♦️ “The Ark of Glory leads us home” Inspired by 1st Chronicles 13:6(KJV). 🌺From Baalah’s hills the people came,  With David crowned in holy flame.  The winds held breath, the stars stood still.  To seek the Ark on Zion’s hill.   💦The Ark of Glory leads us home.🍒 🍂Through Judah’s land, their voices soared, To Kirjath’s gate, they bore the Lord.   A throne of fire, a golden sleep,   Where cherubim in silence keep. 👁️The Ark of Glory leads us home.🐾🪻 🫀No sword nor crown could match the light   That burned between the wings of might.  The dust gave way, the earth grew hushed.  As heaven’s pulse through Israel rushed.   💅The Ark of Glory leads us home.🌺 🏝️They danced with joy, they wept with grace.  Each step a prayer, each breath a place.  The sacred weight upon their hands.  Was love that stretched through ancient lands.   🚵The Ark of Glory leads us home.🍁 🪅And ...

  You, the weaver of cosmic dreams,  scatter stars like threads of silver light,  woven into a tapestry vast and eternal. Every dawn unfurls as your masterpiece,  a scroll brushed with fire and cloaked in gold. Even the earth leans in awe—its axis drawn. Swayed by the cadence of your infinite breath.   Oh, the oceans—they whisper your story.  Each wave rises, a crescendo of praise. Each tide a melody, folding into surrender. Their depths cradle reflections of your splendor. While the horizon blazes—your essence painted  across the canvas of sky and sea. You are the sculptor of fragile souls,  binding us eternally with threads unseen. Your mercy flows like ancient rivers, unyielding as they carve paths of life through barren soil, where blossoms rise— petals kissed by your grace, defying shadows. We lift our praise, woven with shards of joy and humble tears. Let it spiral upward, like silken mist: an offering mingling with constellations, embr...

Give the winds a mighty voice. To sing Your praises, Lord, rejoice. Let every gust and gentle breeze carry the chorus of our hearts' ease. In whispers soft or thunder loud, May Your great name be echoed proud.  Through forests swaying, mountains tall.  Let creation's splendor hear Your call. As winds converge from east to west. May they bear witness to Your love and rest.  In every language, let them say, "Glory to God, in every way."  With every breath, we'll join the refrain.  Our spirits soaring, hearts aflame. In harmony with earth and sky. We'll give You glory, till the day is high. And when the winds fade into stillness deep, may Your majestic presence keep our souls on guard. May our hearts remain forever true. Reflecting Your glory, shining through.