I don’t like this place— dark as space without the stars. This maze of bars has trapped us all, and we must fall in gravity’s hold for men have told our certain fate. But wait— isn’t this God’s land? – […]
Read more "The “Impossible” Place"Oh God, most beautiful, arise to shine upon my weary ways, transform these shadows into light, and turn familiar tears to praise. – These days stretch on like endless night, weigh heavy as an iron chain when I forsake your kindnesses to sow my heart with seeds of pain. – But You are glorious in […]
Read more "God Most Beautiful"Stay by your worries and they will become mountains, towering dark across your path— too big and terrible to cross. But our vision becomes so easily distorted, and the fears we see so clearly are only scary caricatures of reality —the closest things always look the biggest. Stay by your God, and He […]
Read more "Perspectives"“Just paint it any way you choose,” the well-intentioned voices say. “Just make it beautiful today; This space is meant for you to use.” But on this canvas, I’m so small, and the brush is awkward in my hand. How will my work turn out as planned when I can’t even see it all? […]
Read more "The Painter and the Canvas"If the earth could spell tonight, I know the word that she would write for I have felt it in the wind— the dampness staying like a friend. In lonely highways—dark and stilled, spread out like pages to be filled— the little frogs come hopping through. I think that they can feel it too— the […]
Read more "Happy"Investigate a life, and you will find the fingerprints of friends.
Read more "Influence"The golden leaves have fallen now— cracked and brown and dying, swirling in the autumn air that slips around me, sighing. All that’s left of a youthful dream, conceived in winter’s wait and born beneath the sun’s warm gaze when all the trees create. So soft—the pink and white unfolding— blossoms on the trees that […]
Read more "The Golden Leaves"I’ve seen the sky break free to run, letting down a billion feet to race like school boys through the grass and plunk their footprints on my glass. Enchanted by the winsome beat, I could not miss the hiding sun.
Read more "Rain"How fair the morning glow of Spring when sunshine hikes the eastern hills and summits in the dark of night, breathing out the hopeful light. Our hearts with awe, it stills, as it wakes the slumbering birds to sing. Across the fields the daffodils unfold—a sign of pledges kept through winter’s long and harsh […]
Read more "Thoughts of Spring"Fairer than the fields of Spring, dancing in their flowery dress; dearer than the hymns we sing, hearts poured out in gratefulness; greater than the cares we bring that hard against our spirits press; the thought of Christ, our risen King, strong and fast in faithfulness!
Read more "On an Easter Morning"
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