by Holli Gibbs Are those tears on Your face? I can’t imagine why. You think I’m mocking Your grace? True, my thoughts aren’t often praise But doing right—I try! So why the tears on Your face? A favorite thought, a treasured place, A wishful sigh Hardly mock Your grace. True, I don’t pray as much […]
Read more "Mocking Grace"Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky, Small, impure, vanishing with passing day, Trace a gaze-inviting glimpse Of the grandeur of the heavens. May the Grandeur of Heaven Trace Himself on me, making me, Though small, impure, vanishing with passing day, An unlikely window to the Sky.
Read more "Puddles"A burst of thunder shook the house As lightning pierced the night. Then Johnson looked around and saw No human ones in sight. He moved with stealthy, padded steps Across the room, unseen. While wind howled noisily outside, He stopped and scanned the scene— One candle on the window sill, One curtain swinging free, […]
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