Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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We can have faith to move mountains…but sometimes faith is picking up a shovel and moving the mountain one shovel full at a time throughout the course of our lifetimes. It could take our whole life to move just one mountain but we are given great grace and strength to move it. The mustard seed in the tiny bottle tied around your neck is just as powerful for you as it is for the other person’s mountain that moved in just but a few moments.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Life in the Fat-Pain
life in the fast lane or is life a fat-pain? squirming to and fro where am I to go? slowly, moving somewhere hoping for something
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Bearing Arms
Send them to all nations, and protect their hearts closely. Thank you for bonding them, as it is such a rare thing to see.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
When they grow, or go
Unfortunately, you don’t see, the beauty in me, but that’s quite alright because one day you’ll know, how much I was will willing to grow...
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 20)
Sanctify her for your Kingdom Create in her a new form of freedom There is no sin too great that cannot be forgiven Please awake her, and get her attention
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 19)
May her eyes be opened to your truth! May her heart be made brand new! Thank you so much for saving her, now deliver her once and for all.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Pales in Comparison
Subtle were your sins in years past, but now they are blatant in my flashbacks, forever will they last? Oh, the dull constant ache in my soul,
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Instead
There is no finesse like Nature herself, as she sings over the horses and the cattle. The grass will ever-prattle and dance to the waves of the wind.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Lies That Can Burn in Hell
Suicide is now my only option. I will never be able to forgive what that person did to me. I will never be able to forgive myself for what I did.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Jesse Paul Garland
On January 28th, 1993 a beautiful boy blossomed forth into the world, a ray of sunshine and joy filled the lives of so many.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Body Paint
You're beautifully unique every single evening, I never grow weary of holding you with my eyes that are teary. When the hustle of the world doesn't notice you, please know, I do,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
I was played
My voice was calming and sweet Through the years, a form of love was a faithful treat I got played and broken badly My life took some shocking turns, sadly
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets