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A Narrative Transformed - Poem

  • Writer: Kelsay Parrott
    Kelsay Parrott
  • Apr 14
  • 1 min read

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, no past, no name can stay -

I'm marked by love, I know the way.


I am not weak - I'm Spirit -filled

By Heaven's breath, my soul is stilled.

No chain can hold me, no wound define,

I'm marked by love, by truth divine.


I am a daughter crowned in light,

With words that war and words that write.

I speak to heal, to build, to bless,

To break the yoke and life distress.


I choose today to shape my voice,

With words that strengthen, faith-filled choice.

I'll speak of life, not death or lies,

And stir the joy that lives inside.


So I will say what Heaven sees-

Not doubt, not lack, not unbelief.

Each phrase I plant, a seed of grace,

To grow God's life in every place.


I choose to bless, not curse or bind,

To guard my heart, renew my mind.

I am who God declares I am -

Alive, restored, and held by Him.

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