Purity writes

Happy Easter! ✝️🤍

Welcome to the second quarter of the year!

May this new phase be one full of grace, growth, and divine alignment. May you see God’s goodness in manifold ways, and may you experience the fulfillment of His promises concerning your life and destiny.

Happy new month ✝️❤️

Happy Valentine's Day ❤️

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

Love is beautiful when it's shared in half;
Love is complete when you unite both parts.
It is seen as destroyed when partners seperate, but love is really experienced when lovers go their ways.
Complicated right? As complex as it's name.
What does it all mean, what does love really entail?

Love is a process, let's take it slowly;
Love is in stages—love has a story...

Love is a mystery, beyond the confines of the mind;
Love is revealing, love is not blind.
As ancient Egypt treasures the annual flood of the Nile, so is love rare gold to the heart that finds it in time.

Love is beautiful—love is creation;
Man and his domain, all that's in nature.
Man and the Potter would converse at the cool of the day...a perfect summer day dream, till everything changed...

"The skies were dimly bright, the sun still gave it's light...Eve just took a bite—the day of Adam's plight!"

Betrayal in courtship...Love experienced pain;
A shatter in perfection—things weren't the same.
The pain of separation dered both sides...
Man and the Creator were no longer allies.
But then Love's tender heart couldn't bear the nodus; the thought of being apart drove Love down the road to...the breakthrough!

Love came down in human form(the only begotten son of the Holy One);
Died to atone for what man had done...
This is where love's story began.

Love is salvation, and all it's worth;
Love is sacrificial—love is the cross!
A downtrod of obscurity—Love cannot be hidden;
Shared abroad in our hearts, life now has new meaning!

They say love is a mindset, a psychologic feel In reality love is an embodiment—Love is real!
Love is a being, Love is a Spirit;
Love is three persons—Love is Trinity.
Love is the Maker, Love is above;
Creation's potter, 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆.

Abba's pen, 2021.❤️

©𝑃𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

I hope it's not too late to welcome you to February. ☺️

May this month unfold with quiet miracles, uncommon favour, and grace that speaks for you.

Wishing you a beautiful month ahead.

‎𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻
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‎I heard a call from a distant land,
‎A beckoning louder than an orchestral band.
‎It stirred something ancient, restless, and grand,
‎A pull I could feel, but barely understand.
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‎“It’s purpose,” He said, as He stretched forth His hands,
‎“An awakening to the divine call that you have sensed.
‎Not noise, not chance, not fate loosely planned,
‎But summons etched deep by My own command.”
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‎I took His hands, and He showed me around.
‎Then He gave me an ancient scroll, its letters so profound.
‎It told the story of the Patriarchs of old,
‎Of faith that walked through fire, of promises boldly told.
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‎“My servant David have I found,” the sacred record read,
‎A man after My own heart, by whom My name was spread.
‎Father Abraham, called forth beneath a foreign sky,
‎Who trusted Me with everything, and watched the nations rise.
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‎A cloud to guide by day, a pillar of fire by night,
‎A present help in trouble—You put their enemies to flight.
‎From Genesis through Revelation, Your covenant keeps its form,
‎You are the Master of calm and certainty, the stiller of the storm.
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‎Their lives were not of ease or crown or fleeting fame,
‎But obedience in the dark, and trust without acclaim.
‎And as the scroll lay open, its truth made one thing clear:
‎The call that shaped their destinies was now what led me here.
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‎ . . .
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‎Now faith is the evidence of things not seen;
‎Beyond the shores of doubt, I will still trust Him.
‎I'll take leaps of faith, even on turbulent seas,
‎With trust without borders—I'll believe beyond reason.
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‎So I begin the journey of a thousand miles with my eyes closed,
‎Knowing fully well that You will never let go.
‎Oh, what peace, knowing You are in control!
‎Together we will soar, into the unknown.
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‎© Abba's Pen, 2026

INTO THE UNKNOWN

Today—6pm WAT.

Anticipate! ❤️

‎𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨
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‎Like fallen petals and dried-up leaves,
‎The old has gone, the new begins.
‎For autumn stirs what blooms in spring,
‎A brand new start—a new regime.
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‎A new destination my eyes have seen,
‎Submerged within the waters of decision-making,
‎Failures and successes, my shedded skin;
‎The past must die so the future lives.
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‎It is time to take responsibility for my life,
‎To make the most of all I have in time.
‎Enough of mediocrity—it is time to rise!
‎For the new comes not without a fight.
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‎I was made to thrive, not merely to survive,
‎But if I set my sun, I’ll remain in the night.
‎From darkness, we must summon the light,
‎For in the contours of the old, there is no pride.
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‎It is a crime to be eating and not be productive;
‎Having nothing to show for life is a violation of living!
‎I hold the advantage—I have God's Spirit;
‎Ladies and gents, welcome to the new beginning.
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‎© Purity Writes

New Beginnings will go live by 6pm WAT! Stay tuned. 🤍❤️

❤️

‎𝗜𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀
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‎I’ll never forget the day I found Him…
‎The day my wobbly legs got their healing.
‎“Come, Talitha,” my Lord said to me,
‎“Let me take you on a journey to your destiny.”
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‎Now, poco a poco, I watch as He leads,
‎Gently yet fiercely, cutting through the reeds;
‎Dominating the earth, implementing His will;
‎Pleasing the Father and fulfilling His heartbeat.
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‎I’ll model holiness and righteous living,
‎Letting my light shine so bright for all to see;
‎Conforming to His Word, beyond moral mimicry,
‎Carrying His cross—aligning to Divinity.
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‎Adopting His direction, initiating His patterns;
‎Submitting to His way, feelings, and manners;
‎Taking love as a lifestyle and obedience to the Father,
‎Embracing humility—ministering as a servant.
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‎I’ll continue His works, I’ll continue to preach;
‎I’ll mark out and take every single territory!
‎I’ll live my life just as He did;
‎I’ll daily feed my Spirit and keep winning over sin.
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‎If He healed the sick, then so will I;
‎He raised the dead—greater works shall I!
‎I’ll proclaim the gospel far, near, and wide,
‎Dealing with devils just like Christ.
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‎He was found praying a great while before day;
‎I’ll do just the same—I’ll fast and I’ll pray!
‎He hung on a tree so man could be saved;
‎I’ll love just like Him, I’ll forgive right away!
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‎I will fit in the shoe my Master left me,
‎Walking in His steps, living as He lived;
‎An ardent lover and follower forever will I be,
‎For upon the sands of time, our footprints will be seen.
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© Abba's Pen 2026