The Bag Of The Bee (Robert Herrick Poem)
About the sweet bag of a bee Two cupids fell at odds, And whose the pretty prize should be They ...
About the sweet bag of a bee Two cupids fell at odds, And whose the pretty prize should be They ...
For He is God love alive, with us knowing what He knew yet choosing to be emptied a skin for ...
The faces of the people screaming for justice their voices sounding from behind the frames surrounded ever by the silent ...
Center on God into his arms within his robe a sanctuary of life the flood waters coming the raging wildfire ...
Not burnt offerings of the fatted calf poured out on the altar God wanting more from us offering our lives ...
All of history the rules of this earth changed forever the slate wiped clean A new heaven and earth like ...
Acting on their faith victory in Jesus changed by the Spirit proclaiming the good news Declaring boldly acting without doubt ...
The cottages barren stripped of pretense no pain, no stain protecting them from the sun the wind, the waves the ...
No matter the costs the price we may pay torture is always wrong this is where we must stand Our ...
Christ, the priest mediating with God offering himself on the cross a sacrifice of a pure, unblemished lamb our sins ...
All of life, creation, animals, birds, other than those who live in the sea sealed in, the door closed by ...
In our walking daily with Christ the yoke upon our shoulders our steps beside his The call to spread the ...
From death reclaimed, brought from the pit balancing the scales, the ledgers the sin, our death, reversed, its weight balanced ...
I am happy to report, that Murphy was Wrong and Easter came, the prophets all fulfilled, Jesus, the son of ...
God's will, God's time, God's answer to our prayers, to our petitions, that is the hard part, the part where ...
A blessing cured him his estrangement wiped clean He was Abraham's son his breached sealed in his service, his humility ...
How much could the split oil have bought how many lives would it have touched how wasteful it must have ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
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