Thursday, May 23

It was a lovely night, but I was disturbed by conscience and fatigue. My heart found expression in the poem ‘The Little Things’, and in these…

Among the green grass
A summer night sings sweetly
With sounds of crickets

The heavens show forth
Endless creative beauty
Of Almighty God

On an Autumns eve
My heart cries out with longing
For a God of love

The heart is fickle

It betrays at every turn
I need Thy sure hand

I died, yet I live
Through Christ who lives within me
By death I gain life

I shall die to self?
Let rebirth through Christ renew
And gain life by death


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