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Sometimes God doesn’t speed it up—He loads favor.

Prayer before power. Waiting before victory.

Betrayal moves fast… but God’s favor waits.

Don’t rush the level; trust His timing.

Everybody wants the launch.
Everybody wants the flight.

But very few will sit in the cannon long enough
for God to shape the shot.

A cannonball doesn’t aim itself.
It doesn’t choose the direction.
It doesn’t control the fire.

It simply rests in the hands
of the One who pulls the trigger.

Faith isn’t reckless flying.
Faith is trusting the hands that launch you.

So while the crowd waits for the explosion,
I’m learning the quiet discipline of the barrel.

Because when God lights the fuse,
the destination is never random.

Boom — Click — Fire.

I’m a cannonball in His hands.
 

“The Bearded Lady —
seen by many, understood by none.”

“They sold my face for a dime,
made ‘Bearded Woman’ their punchline…
He shaved my fear,
drew Himself near…
laid His hand on my beard,
and called me dear.”

Speak—go ahead—call me freak…
God created all of me. 

They said the chain was iron — it was memory.

They said the cage was for safety — it was fear.

But grace grew stronger than both,

and I remembered my size.

Caged elephant — heart too wild to hide.

Faith ain’t a prison — it’s a beat.

Now I stand where I used to bend.

Grace don’t shrink… it grows.

You see small —

I see spring.

Pressure makes

the jumper sing.

Back-leg rhythm

across the plain —

what looks light

can carry flame.

“Go at once —

we are able.”

Grasshopper faith

leaps from the sand.

Size ain’t strength —

Presence is.

We try to make Him pocket-size…
when He’s a Big God.

We shrink Him to fit our schedules.
Our opinions.
Our comfort zones.
We want the miracles… but not the surrender.
The blessings… but not the authority.

But He’s not small.
He’s not manageable.
He’s not something we pull out only when life gets hard.

This song is a reminder:
He was never small.