from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
The church, at its start a parable of a seed echoing the master's words in his parable of the mustard ...
gifts he received, we each receive through the workings of his power through the loving grace of God, alone we ...
through the gifts, given by God big plans for our lives the little mustard seed more than enough mighty trees ...
The parable, the story of the tiny mustard seed from this small, small thing, greatness emerges a tree, branches for ...
Each one of us, charged, commissioned to sow the seeds of faith, planting our mustard seeds in the soil, in ...
The size of the ministry the work in the fields the village church alive in the giving, the sharing sowing ...
Our church, a village church nestled in the heart, the center the little place in the village known by the ...
Not like Job, calling our God not to question; but to approach his heavenly throne a boldness of the saving ...
In no way a burden a joy, the mission of his life a privilege of sharing the message of God ...
The words of the apostle, an acknowledgement of the miraculous gift, His saving and commission all of his life's work, ...
Our children, the fertile ground our lessons, our teachings the mustard seeds unpredicted futures; but the planting daily into the ...
Small, little seeds, seeds planted a mustard seed, planted with care how it will grow what fruits it will bear ...
Humbly walking with our God acting as He would guide in loving response to his saving grace to use our ...
The words of our prayer meaningful in the context of our worship today the charge for the congregation, for each ...
We prayed that God would enable us to make no peace with oppression no appeasement to the easy way no ...
Humility, a humbleness with power calling us, praying that we, that our nation may use our freedom, our liberty, our ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
The voice of a dead poet calling out from his grave asking me to follow his visions. Once a spirit ...
The window opens to a ledge. There is a great darkness coming. The betrayers of lineage. Their savior walking across ...
All ye lovers of the picturesque, away To beautiful Torquay and spend a holiday 'Tis health for invalids for to ...
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