The scent of spring was on the air this morningBreathing deep a sigh after the rainWhite blossoms on the dogwood are breaking And the indigo tinge of magnolias Signal the last breath winter
my dreams linger lightly on the wispy wimpleof the silver softness of my pillowas i remember brightly the fine and fickleflurry of the early evening hoursi will greet the morning, and the blushing brightnessof the subtle sunlight as it creeps across the floorwhile i linger in the longing of the…
She is a song.not the weaker,but more fragile,softer, sweetercounterpoint:to my melody
she was strongbrooking no obstacleas a woman and a daughtera sister, a wife, and a mothershe loved her familygiving without sparingwise, determined, deeply caringby breath and unshaking faithshe was my grandmotherloving and deeply proudleaving a legacy of gracehope born of faith and love
who are You Lord,to pursue me with Your love?who made the wind and the rain?who made the mountains danceand the very earth tremble.who are You Lord,to invest Yourself in me?I who merit naught but judgment?I who have spurned the sweetest giftsof your deep and merciful heart.
1) Far to the east, with the glowing sun bathing A battleground strewn with many knights dying A battle is fought, with the morning sun rising Fought for fair Avalon, for the High Kings calling2) Great are the knights, they are noble in bearing Loyal and true, their fel swords are swinging They fought against…
Observe the lark, who flies from twig to branchHow he gaily lifts his head and wingObserve his twinkling eyes and hear his chirpHow he proudly lifts his voice to singSing sweet your song, O morning larkSing of the Creator and creatureLet peal your laughing jubilant harkAnd greet the rays of…
my little girl, i loved you so much. i had such hopes, sweet dreams of holding you, playing with you, watching you grow. i felt you grow inside. God had taken part of me, and fashioned something precious, something lovely, exquisitely beautiful, embodied of hope and love but i lost…
Sway to the rhythm of deep vibrationPulsating waves of palpable motionMove to the beat of a pounding drumThe resonant thrill of a strident thrumLoose yourself in an aching voiceFind yourself in the loss of choiceThe quiet surrender of mans volitionTo beauty, song, and exposition
I desire to express an invocation an elocution most profound But my words escape me The ephemeral nature of my heart cannot grasp the discarnate theme ethereal, mystical, divine Cry out, Cry out, inarticulate tongue insensate instrument of mans desiring Let the heart give forth praise indescribable
I have callously abused my SaviorI have used him, taken advantageWithout shame I have sullied His gift.I grieve, but not overmuch,I regret, but not egregiously,And my shame remains Too distant, too smallToo little, too late.It all makes me feel Unworthy, undeservedOf His unflinching willingnessTo love me even yet.
CrucifiedA part of me is deaddeparted, flat separated, And something newJust beginningAn iron clad declarationAn act of inspirationAn act of loveHas set me freeI am crucified, revived, Imbibed with a truthI am made newI am set freeI am redeemed
Why stand ye desolate, Forsaken, full of sorrow? Why cry ye as the foundations are laid? Yet now be strong, be strong For I AM with you I have promised My Spirit yet remaineth Heed My word, wait. I will shake heaven I will shake earth Sea and dry land…
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How does one express, the depth of mercy and the breadth and width of His great love? For I have descended to such great heights of proud and selfish gain. And the weight of sin is a dark and lonely pain. Yet Christ above on God’s right hand intercedes for…