Who Do You Say that I Am? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I am; who do you say I am? I am asking not who they say I am I am asking ...
I am; who do you say I am? I am asking not who they say I am I am asking ...
An itinerant teacher, a fisherman, a shepherd, tent maker a man wearing camel hair standing in a dirty river a ...
Blind, gaining sight persecuting, preaching converted on the Damascus road in a blaze of light, a voice from above changing ...
A sink of dirty dishes from today, cluttered counter, a bit boxes needing to be opened small, little things, unimportant ...
She wondered, noticed, he was taking notes in the sanctuary While she was preaching, sharing the parable treasures found, and ...
(In the Crowd) Standing on the side of the river we watched, John standing in the water preaching to all, ...
A bright, glowing, chartreuse forest, the young leaves radiating color too bright to absorb, as they would in summer the ...
Filled with the Spirit, the flames of Pentecost, they preached in the native tongue of another Peter stood and spoke, ...
Like a wildfire, fast moving brush fire the tongues of fire, the spirit rushing through their midst, touching, changing each ...
Timid followers, disciples in the spirit sharing the words of power, of truth, hope of the savior, transformed by the ...
Each of us given, blessed, with gifts of the spirit with wisdom, with preaching, with prophesy, with tongues able to ...
We are called to be set apart to live in the world for a sacred purpose a common mission to ...
The pastor knitted imagery that didn't go quite together that were a bit incongruous, a bit distinct images of the ...
She spoke with greater power, with authority beyond the written words she had prepared sharing a different story, a truer ...
She was free, free of the script, the words, the guide she had sitting before her Free to speak from ...
Wisdom poured down, palpable wisdom like a living stream pouring forth from behind the pulpit out onto the hushed sanctuary ...
It happened a few times this morning trying to tell the whole story, or more of it anyway eager ears, ...
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
Not a punishment, not in so many words that wasn't what Gabriel had in mind, not in this case, unbelief ...
She wasn't reading the words on the page not to herself at least, she was preaching from the Book she ...
A travelogue of a busy apostle forgetting to mention what would seem a significant moment a resurrection, after all doesn't ...
Four books of sheep, timid, unsure followers fearful and obtuse about the incredible journey their role, these fishers of men ...
Across the sea, along the shore, In numbers more and ever more, From lonely hut and busy town, The valley ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
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