When I see past the clouds of dustThat form all over these partsIn those clouds are human soulsDisguising wayward hearts They think they have immunityBut
“Oh how sweet the light of day, and how wonderful to live in the sunshine! Even if you live a long time, don’t take a
“Her enemies have become her masters.” -Lamentations 1:5 I keep imagining a little girl – free and unfettered, like the birds of the air –
Love is a wanderer,Weary from the road.Ages old he ambles past,Back bent from its load. On the darkest paths he doth tread,And in the roaring
“Could it be any clearer? Our old way of life was nailed to the cross with Christ, a decisive end to that sin-miserable life—no longer
“Does it even matter?” “What matter?” “Any of it.” “What is ‘it’?” “Everything all around us.” ”That’s a lot of things.” “Yep.” A mosquito buzzed
I can hear the call of the sea.The waves lull me into a dreamOf the water in the AnduinFlowing ever into the sea.The waves rose
”I’ll come back and get you so you can live where I live.” -Jesus (John 14) And where does Jesus Live? With the Father. Complete
Everyday I am challenged by so many moments that I either don’t understand and/or can’t control… turns out that is actually most moments. It also
And to whom did He swear [an oath] that they would not enter His rest, but to those who disobeyed [those who would not listen
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