Held by the Law on a million counts, but the Judge condemned His Son and gave me grace. Thank You, Father. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Grace"
Walk out across the lonely hills. Stand still and shiver with the trees. The chilling breezes creep on through the gaping holes that no one sees, and, ghost-like, walk among the daffodils. The silence hovers like a cloak. She covers secrets in the air— lost words, lost songs, lost screams, lost souls— that no […]Read more "Haunted"