A Plan for the World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A plan, for our teaching, for our instruction for the learning of the law, of the history, the place we ...
A plan, for our teaching, for our instruction for the learning of the law, of the history, the place we ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Like the fishermen, the first disciples, leaving their nets, their boats, their families, leaving their shepherd, the one crying in ...
They stood before the counsel, the Sanhedrin two fishermen, or so it would seem no one special, men with calluses, ...
Spirit-filled believers proclaiming, healing in his name ordinary people, fishermen standing before the Council lay people emboldened by the spirit ...
Stirring the seas, making waves crashing on the shoals, the Temple gates up into the Sanhedrin, the council These uneducated ...
They were people like us, not leaders of the law, of the Temple working for a living, by the sweat ...
They were fishermen, ordinary men unordained believers, cast into the sea to become fishers of men, changed forever knowing Jesus, ...
Before the Sanhedrin, the Pharisees two fishermen stood, resolute beside them, in the Temple the healed beggar, witnesses to the ...
They were everyday people, Peter and John with fears, doubts, timid men, fishermen Taken from the sea by the Lord ...
He was forever changed, the weight of the dove, the spirit of God resting upon him, still upon him its ...
Before he was known, before he was seen healing, teaching, he walked the shore fresh from his cleansing, the anointing ...
There I was, with my partners, my brother working, as we had for years, toiling in our boat on the ...
Biding their time, mending their nets, sitting on the shore of the lake Fishermen tending to their work, between fishing, ...
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
Before he was the Good Shepherd, he was the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from the ...
Streets of stone irregular, throw your ankle streets, side streets, fun streets, where hidden treasures lie in the middle of ...
Imagine the scene, cloistered in their room safe from authorities Jewish and Roman rulers, powers that would destroy them No, ...
Dear God, creator of heaven and earth, we thank you for this beautiful day, for your gifts you heap on ...
He moved to ministry Washed in the Jordan, touched by the dove, anointed by water, the Word of God, the ...
How lucky they were, these fishermen when the nets were empty what a turn of fortunes from failure, to call ...
Follow me, on my journey my ministry, around the Sea Galilee, your homeland, no longer fishermen, Now you will be ...
Who was Jesus, what did the crowd say what did the authorities believe and what about his followers, the disciples ...
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-- Sailed on a river of crystal light Into ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-- Sailed on a river of misty light Into ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
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