Before my voice learned words,
‎Before my heart knew its own rhythm,
‎A whisper from eternity
‎Already called my name.
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‎I shaped you with purpose,
‎The Voice declares,
‎Not by accident, not by chance—
‎But with intention woven into your bones.
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‎I tremble,
‎I am too young, too unsure,
‎My tongue is  not ready,
‎My courage too thin.
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‎But the Voice answers gently,
‎Do not say you are too small.
‎You will go where I send you,
‎You will speak what I place in your mouth.
‎Fear no face-
‎For I walk beside you.
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‎Then a light touches my lips,
‎Setting truth within me,
‎Planting boldness where fear once lived.
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‎Today, the Voice continues,
‎I appoint you to uproot and to rebuild,
‎To tear down falsehood
‎And to plant hope again.
‎My words are in you—
‎Go, and they will grow.