holy week

Dying Life

Growing outward toward the sun and finding in themselves the green and liquid life, increased in state: the stuff of fame the fronds that grew to fan the royalty. _____ And yet today, they find themselves torn from source, and carried, triumphed, in the air. As people shout around and crowd, they throw their palm […]

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The Splendor of the Son

Oh, the splendor of the Son, bowing in the midnight shade— Your will, not mine, be done.   With the lights of supper gone, He faced the dark and prayed. Oh, the splendor of the Son.   Freely, tears began to run as His purpose weighed. Your will, not mine, be done.   The perfect […]

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