More than Random Chance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are wonderfully made unique in all the world, amazing creations of the loving creator, worthy of grace in our ...
Poems about asp (31 Poems)
Comfort in the Creator’s Arms (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I take comfort, assurance in the words of the psalm, the ancient truths living in the book of the people ...
Wonderfully Made (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An amazing creation each one of us, evidence, proof of a design a living creator molding us, breathing life into ...
Wherever I Am (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God is with me wherever I am even before I am born watching my creation as a potter at the ...
Knowing My Days (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Lord knows me, my days before they are lived out My days written in the book of life the ...
A Variety of Gifts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The wondrous gifts, each given to a person prophesy, wisdom, tongues beyond comprehension the spiritual gifts, needed for the body ...
For the Common Good (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We each are gifted, given spiritual gifts the parts for the body, the hands, the feet, the ears, the parts ...
The Same God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The same God, blessing each of us with singular gifts, for us to use, to share for the common good, ...
To Each is Given (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each of us given, blessed, with gifts of the spirit with wisdom, with preaching, with prophesy, with tongues able to ...
In the Flash of Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God was there, in the brilliant flash of light in the booming voice from on high speaking to His tormented, ...
In the Days of Darkness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the flash of light, God was in the days of darkness, the prayer and fasting in his cell in ...
Living Angels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The little pieces, bits of grace some which could easily go unnoticed people, living angels, helping us making our days ...
Washing All Their Feet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even the betrayer, the one who shared the bowl who would give him over to man even him, Christ washed ...
Who Dips the Bread in the Bowl (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dipping the bread, his body into the wine, his blood so was the betrayer, the one who gave him over ...
Use Me as I am (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, even now, when I am cracked, chipped imperfect, use me as I am, to do your work, here in ...
Being Ever New Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mold me, Lord. Pick me back up, when I am chipped, cracked, broken into pieces, when my glaze fades, when ...
Walking Humbly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Without our heads down; but with our eyes focused on God, on his favor, on our faithfulness to Him we ...
Cheerful Piety (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet, reverent, cheerful piety living happily in relationship in direct connection with God Praying, fasting, giving, communing with God, not ...
Waiting for the Lord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I wait, as the psalmist did for the guidance of the Lord, for his provision, for his will to be ...
In Community (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In community, in fellowship growing as a congregation the body of Christ living our collective faith growing in connection in ...
A Christian Lament (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A pastor asked me to think about, write about ponder the decision the change in course inexorably to the edge ...
Her Spirit Fed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I could see it, sense it a change from a few days ago a difference in her, welling up shining ...
Barbs on the Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
Glass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There's something different something special sensuous, mysterious fragile, unique living, moving glass unseen movement but we believe it is there ...
Immersed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I became enthralled immersed in the imagery the depth of feeling sitting in the room of the gallery not seeing, ...
The Mantra-Yoga (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
The Neophyte (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
Hymn to Pan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
The Neophyte (Aleister Crowley Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Mantra-Yoga (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...