Rejoicing in the hope of the Resurrection
Breakfast Before Answers
Not the end—but a table at dawn,
where death fell silent and life began.
He died for sin; we rise to God,
yet still He walks upon the shore.
A fire is lit, a meal prepared,
grace served before a word is said.
No rush to prove, no debt to pay—
just presence calling us to stay.
“Do you love Me?” the question comes.
“Do you love Me?” it echoes on.
“Do you love Me?”—again, the flame.
Not only saved, but called by name;
not only cleansed, but trusted still—
to walk, to tend, to love His will.
Livora Gracely 
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