His Divine Work in this World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Though he was human the son of the most high his mission central to the plan of God To offer ...
Though he was human the son of the most high his mission central to the plan of God To offer ...
Part of the story through the ages maybe central to the state of affairs woe to those who rely on ...
The main point the lesson of Christ: "Don't worry, God will provide." Such a hard lesson central to our struggle ...
The words of Paul declaring clearly the choice of Christ to descend, to become a man Christ eternal alive before ...
Christ came to save the world, all of us sinners the whole human race Saving a sinner like Paul a ...
Even in the mirror dimly seeing only in part comfort in the rest of the text in the life of ...
The story of the Christ not the fulfillment alone important lessons of obedient the power of God Women, mothers, prophets ...
The congregation, in our amens, the waving hands, the nodding heads the hearts smiling, in his words, a prayer for ...
as we prosper in the ways of the earth we gather a burden of things sapping joy from our lives ...
Your way of connecting with God something personal, separate unique to each one, for each soul Time to be sitting ...
A child's question, shared by the pastor shared with the children, offered to the congregation all of us involved, active ...
Nothing so much as a beautiful exposed skeleton, standing tall, all erect so were the stately trees, going down the ...
Let Anyone who has ears listen! He said is more than once, to try to get it into, ...
You mean so much to each one of us, touching our lives on so many levels, in so many ways, ...
Like stars, he made the allusion, the metaphor of ideals that are beyond our grasp, eternally out of our reach, ...
A fine line in the sand of import to find balance of equities costs yes, expenses no parsing subtleties of ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints Sent various -- scattered ways -- We parted as the Central Flint Were ...
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong -- And could be mighty, if ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
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