The Jewish Cemetery at Newport (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
Something of irony God making a statement that lowly shepherds who be the first to see Jesus Not the upper ...
What a wondrous testimony a testament to their lives those who have gone before who have trusted in God Even ...
The people returning called from their exile home to the lord in the city of the king Rebuilding the wall ...
with eyes of faith the patriarchs and earlier the giants of Genesis seeing a distant future promises of the living ...
All of them, each one all who have gone before us in some sense, all of them living by their ...
Christ in the garden at the rock where he prayed maybe at an altar of stone like the patriarchs the ...
Those who believed before faith had a name even before there was a people before the words written down Acting, ...
The loving, one-sided promise of God for all who have come after never again to wipe clean the earth to ...
The words of his promise not just to Noah the people at that time to everyone living after him A ...
In the company of believers rising before the congregation to speak words of power, of hope Sharing Your Word holy ...
only the shepherds working the third shift through the nigh heard the news, the message of our savior's birth what ...
Like us, common me the patriarchs, the kings prophets, disciples, the apostles all of them, men of the earth frail, ...
A plan, for our teaching, for our instruction for the learning of the law, of the history, the place we ...
With God's visions, his guidance the early saints, the patriarchs of the new way saw the barriers knocked down, the ...
Higher, first, the Christ candle first lit and placed on the altar burning, higher than the rest the saint, my ...
Prayers for all the saints names unspoken for them candles burning, on the altar, lights burning within our hearts, our ...
Before the beginning, the father of the nation, before the patriarchs he was the Everlasting Father, born before there was ...
We forget, in our reverence the roles of the apostles, the saints We forget Jesus the carpenter, Peter the fisherman, ...
The living word of God beating in the spirit, our hearts bearing his message our hope living within in, guiding ...
My people, of the covenants the patriarchs, the prophets if my people would but believe He is here for them ...
Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Three Guys, for many, three white guys, sitting in judgment, patriarchs with beards, flowing beards, without ...
One of the messages, the truths in understanding the living by faith our place here our relationship to others on ...
He was our witness, one of our elders, telling a tapestry reading the threads of the story different fibers woven ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
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