Clay Jars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ever needing to be filled clay jars of our lives needing your presence your grace trusting in you alone June ...
Ever needing to be filled clay jars of our lives needing your presence your grace trusting in you alone June ...
The clay jars of our lives filled with God's love overflowing always enough abundance of his grace Wanting to share ...
All of us like him sent into the world witnesses to God's love sent to the ends of the earth ...
Hearing Christ speak directly to him the voice from heaven above asking him to turn to change from his path ...
Christ came into the world the trinity as man to bring good news to the poor part of the father's ...
The people, whipped up by the leaders shouting for his blood that he would be crucified Choosing Barabbas offering revolution ...
In his reading of the scroll the words of Isaiah fulfilled claimed by the Christ out of his tempting His ...
Empowered, given a charge sent, into the world the disciples on that night receiving the holy word The spirit of ...
Within the words of the scripture the sermon on the mount words of power, that love liberates loosing the bonds ...
His bow coaxed, mournfully sad notes of the people hope couched, shadowed sorrow of the chosen, history of the nation ...
Prayers on the mountain Righteous voice for the poor, the oppressed Incarnate God, suffering servant Nazarene man, loving savior Creation ...
She raised words of actions calls to action, to not stand in the way; but to enable, to embolden, to ...
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Is Immortality a bane That men are so oppressed? (Emily Dickinson)
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
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