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Between Each Step
The fiddle starts as if it always knew The hour dusk would lean on windowpanes, And call the worn-out floor to wake again Beneath the weight of shoes that come and go. I take a hand—not new, not wholly known— But warm enough to trust a turning path. We move as though the music tells the truth Of where to step, though neither of us sees. A forward glide, a backstep just as sure, A pivot where the world could slip away— Yet doesn’t. Not if one still holds on fast, And listens c
Kelsay Parrott
May 41 min read
Where the Brass Remembers
A poetic narrative by Kelsay Parrott The lights hum low like a secret, gold spilling across polished floorboards that have held a thousand stories before we ever stepped inside. A trumpet cracks the silence— not gently, but like it’s waking something, like it’s calling bones to remember what they were made for. And suddenly, we are not new. Shoes slide where others once spun, hands meet like they’ve practiced this in another lifetime, another name, another face— yet the rhyth
Kelsay Parrott
May 41 min read
A Narrative Transformed - Poem
A Poetic piece written for a small group going through a program called Freedom. 2025 A Narrative Transformed I will not echo fear or doubt, Nor let the lies come pouring out, My voice will rise in truth and grace, Each word a spark, each breath a flame. I silence shame, I shatter lies, With boldness lifting tear-stained eyes. No whispered fear will shape my days - I walk in truth, I live in praise. I am not small - I carry fire, Anointed, chosen, called, inspired. No wound,
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 141 min read
At the Table
A Poetic Narrative from the viewpoint and voice of the Lord speaking to His honored Guest at the Table. 2024 At the Table You are welcome, My Child To sit at my table. The banquet has been set, Plenty for all your needs. Don't hand your head low But sit up proud. For you are meant to be here, There is plenty for all your needs. Take a piece of bread, I will pour you a glass of wine. Out of abundance There is plenty for all you need. My Child, come to my right Hold my hand You
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 141 min read
Just a Touch
A Poetic reflection of the Woman with the Issue of Blood (found in Matthew 9:20-22, Mark 5:25-34, and Luke 8:43-48) Unclean, that is what you call me. Unworthy of touch or even to be. Suffering in silences and quieted by despair. Alone and isolated, who would even care? A man in a crowd, surrounded all around. One who has healing to abound. But how can I get to you? Without touching anyone, not even a shoe. "Just one touch of His robe." I thought, Not enough to make you distr
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 141 min read
Cry His Name (Edit and Revised)
Cry His Name Edited April 2026 On a cool, quiet eve, where all should be well, My heart begins stirring, my mind in a cell. So I call on the Name that shatters my chains, The One who forever reigns. Each syllable trembles from lips weak and worn, A fragile, sacred sound being born. El Shaddai , the Almighty, steady and near, Whose presence and power unravel my fear. Jehovah Jireh, Provider so true, In every need, it is You who come through. Adonai, my Lord, faithf
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 72 min read
Cry His Name (Unedited)
Cry His Name First written March 2025 On a cool quiet eve, where all should be well, My heart stirs, My mind is trapped in a cell. All I can do is call upon the name that breaks chains. The one that has the reign. Each syllable a whisper of the lips, a sacred sound Barely able to lift off the ground. El Shaddai, the Almighty, strong and near Whose love and power banishes fear! Jehovah Jireh, my provider so true, In times of trouble you bring me through. Adonai , my Lord, wi
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 72 min read
Calvary's Walk - A Poem
Calvary's Walk by Kelsay Parrott I took a walk to clear my mind, But those words keep echoing inside—so defined. “Crucify Him! King of the Jews!” Like a herald shouting the daily news. From my own lips, these cries rang out, An innocent man was then led out. Beaten until unrecognizable, mocked all the way— The images are in my mind, there to stay. I kept walking, up a hill, past a crowd of onlookers— A man hanging on a cross, a sinner. Yet His face glowed in a way I'd never s
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 72 min read
The Faith of Spring, A Poetic Narrative
All winter long the branches stand like empty arms stretched against the sky, no leaves to show the life within, just quiet limbs that seem to sigh. The wind moves through their fragile frame, the frozen air has called the world to be still, yet deep beneath the bark and wood a hidden pulse obeys God’s will. And buried deep in frozen ground where silent, sleeping bulbs remain, no sunlight warms the darkened earth, no gentle whisper calls their name. Yet still they wa
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 102 min read
Rise Again
A poem about World Burn Congress! There’s a place where hearts collide, where broken wings relearn to glide, where scars aren’t marks we try to hide— they’re proof that we survived. It’s called the **World Burn Congress**, friend, where ashes fall but stories mend, where endings learn to start again, and pain becomes our teacher, not our end. We come from near, we come from far, each carrying our battle scar. But side by side, we start to see— there’s healing in our unity. La
Kelsay Parrott
Nov 12, 20252 min read
The Power of International Burn Camp
In honor of International Burn Camp, hosted by the International Association of Fire Fighters ------------------------------------------------------------------------- There is a power here, a power stitched in courage and flame, where scars are not endings, but maps of survival, roads leading us back to each other. There is an honor here, an honor that humbles the heart, to be chosen, to be gathered, to stand in the circle of the brave and call one another family. There is a
Kelsay Parrott
Oct 3, 20251 min read
Dear Lifeway Church
I still remember my very first encounter with you. It was 2018 when we pulled up to the theater. Honestly, I was a little confused—“This is church? At a movie theater?” But the moment I stepped inside, my heart was awakened. Smiles everywhere. Laughter in the halls. People who carried joy. And most of all, people who made me feel like I mattered—even if I had never returned again. All of this, I later learned, came because one couple dared to dream. They dreamed of serving th
Kelsay Parrott
Sep 13, 20254 min read
Sacred Camp Moments
Sitting at the campfire, hand in hand with a fellow counselor, I felt the tears fall freely—hot, quiet (or not so quiet) and unashamed. I wasn’t just crying because the week was ending. I was crying because this place, these people, this love—it all means so much more than I can ever put into words. Camp isn’t just a place. It’s a heartbeat. It’s the one week where the world fades, and what’s real takes center stage. It’s where laughter is loud, hugs are tight, and you’re see
Kelsay Parrott
Jul 12, 20252 min read
Calvary's Walk
As we enter into Easter, my heart pauses to remember—to reflect on what Jesus died for, and why He endured such suffering. It’s called Good Friday because the story doesn’t end there. Sunday is coming. But I can’t help but wonder—what would I have done? Would I have been among those who welcomed Jesus with open arms one day, only to turn on Him the next? Would I have stood by and watched, or would I have run away? Would I have turned my back, just like so many did? I may neve
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 19, 20252 min read
Cry Out His Name
There are moments in our lives when all we can do is cry out the name of God, hoping He hears the undertones of our pain. I've been in that place recently—facing situations where the only breath I have between tears is enough to whisper, “Jesus.” And somehow, that’s enough. We cling to His name because we know it holds more power than anything else our lips could form. It becomes our lifeline, our anchor, when words fail and our hearts are heavy. Did you know that God never a
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 11, 20253 min read
Sensitive Content:
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