And I recall the vessel that so comports to darkness — gives it occasion to breathe and occupy.
“The darkness that wins is the one we invited in!”
Overwhelming thoughts bring my mind to surrender
To the garden of my soul, I return, to find my Maker waiting for me.
You anxiously await their response—
Will they care what you have to say?
“In my heart I feel that joy and tender move I know so well…
moving moods and welling those rooms of my heart…”
I hear of those, forgotten behind bars. They were somebody’s baby.
Did their mother caress them, did she hold them tight? They were somebody’s baby.
Those sifted will now be shifted into greater realms of glory…bringing their story of glory and grace to a dry and thirsty land
Father God, the Creator of all that exists, provides a way.
With many roads proclaimed, the Father’s way is missed
There will be times of sunshine and times of rain—we have days, and we have nights, and when we go through each season, we know they will faithfully return.
It had never been done before.
And who would have ever imagined a love so great?
I choose a lofty perch,
Above the flow of mercy,
Far from the reach of grace.
Our God is holy and He has called us to be holy. This inspirational poem reminds us of who He is and who we are.
In the light beneath the eagle’s wing, I saw a girl coming forth in the light—in freedom.
My wonder-working wonders // make way they’re coming out // with glory, grace, and power // the enemy, they can rout.
With messages of hope, peace, healing, and comfort, this book is an excellent source for growth in your relationship with the Father.
She goes to those places on purpose and she shines. she speaks. she lets a smirk grow across her face because she knows they are powerless against her.
Darkness overwhelms me / hide my face, for the night is long / Never losing hope / As I await Your coming dawn. / There – Light breaks forth ahead
Yet you wash away those walls, Like a flood claiming ground again, You become my hiding place, And my broken heart you mend.
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and piney,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
Through the fire you call my name
Giving me the strength to rise once again
And find my way through the flame.
Yet, a new dawn is not born without the Sun.
And if the mind survives, the battle is won.
Hence, think thou not on all that be wrong.
Let loose your lips and sing a new song.
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.
God rest you, happy gentlemen,
Who laid your good lives down
Who took the khaki and the gun
Instead of cap and gown.
What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.