His Way of Humility (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A calling to his way of humility learning from his example the words of the scriptures telling of us of ...
A calling to his way of humility learning from his example the words of the scriptures telling of us of ...
In the prayer request in the email the verse to challenge me in another taking time for God each day ...
Mindful of the voice speaking within me aware of His hand guiding words onto the page My gift, in being ...
If we let them, if we are open moments of reflection, awareness being presence, in each instance being educated by ...
Meeting Christ in the face of a stranger Meeting Christ in the face of a child grace makes such a ...
The claims of the party rehashing the past repeating his old claims not letting go, to the last Holding onto ...
Imagining the hands of the potter what delicate mastery his artistry to reveal the eyes of the potter if we ...
What the hands of God be to craft the wings of butterflies, the gossamer of clouds the clay of human ...
our beings, not just our forms coaxed from the clay, by the hands of the potter the breath of God ...
Lovingly, working the imperfections the bubbles, the things that don't belong refining, moldings, changing starting anew, the potter at the ...
From the dust, the earth living waters, a wet lump of clay spinning on the potter's wheel a shapeless form, ...
The work of the potter never fully done going in to be reformed restored, over the days of our lives ...
Understanding the father, perhaps in a different way the creator, our savior gathering us in his arms open wide taking ...
With joy, a song in his heart the potter shaping the clay inert stuff of the earth molded in his ...
The hands of the potter drenched with our clay the dust of the earth coming to life in his hands ...
molded, transformed our form taking shape the push, the tug, the calling out the urgings of the potter his will, ...
After the molding, the shaping the creation of our lives the potter still there the firings, the heat, the flames ...
our clay, ever open ever wet, able to be changed transformed by the creator the potter, our master even after ...
The brokenness, the piece of our cracked shattered vessels, the clay dropped by our own hands The potter, still, when ...
In our prayers, in stopping to give thanks certain to honor God, to whom we are thankful from whom all ...
The words of our forefathers, at the first Thanksgiving at the beginning of our nation in the midst of civil ...
Close to our savior, our brother feeling the yoke, the weight he carried the cross he bore, for me, for ...
These days, these times, more focused, more centered, fasting, praying, thinking about You about the path you walked, in that ...
Study, prayers, fasting growth through study, meditation through some sacrifice, some meager change some discipline, holy, drawing us closer to ...
Closer, ever closer, drawn to the cross, to the foot of the cross our savior's burden his suffering, his sacrifice ...
That troubled land, torn and split knowing war, strife, too long Escape through there, to a land once of oppression, ...
The message is unknown; unimportant He spoke with authority. Now that was the thing The real message in the Word ...
Each poem, each post, each email send out into the ether, the internet, the realm of cyberspace, each one a ...
A quick email to family, to friends, deciding to use the phrase Christ-filled knowing that not all would believe, that ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
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