Loved by Jesus. Called to Rhyme.

God has gifted me with the ability to express myself in rhymes. 

In the most difficult times, in despair, in pain, in suffering, in gratitude - in the languages that are not even my native ones! - He lets me free myself from the yoke I am carrying, through the words and cries that I pour out from the depth of my heart. 

Thank You, Father, for Your gift. It helps me endure this life.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” - Psalm 23:4