The Veterans (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
To-day, across our fathers' graves, The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with ...
To-day, across our fathers' graves, The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with ...
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
i got nothing last year and i expect nothing this so i've got to find if i'm to be rewarded ...
The sand of our sin held within our clay giving way to Your Word when it is poured in washing ...
In our journey of faith away from the world changed from our old selves transformed by Your Word Washed by ...
Years of rebellion the corrosive sand of my sin filling me completely not letting You in Slowly but surely adding ...
Our living journey washed by living waters Your Word alive, washing over us The sand of our sin as a ...
From our clay from our bodies the baskets of our spirits washed with living water Slowly, with a purpose immersed ...
The water of Your Word washing the basket of our clay the sand of our sin inexorably giving way The ...
Not the repository of a message the keepers of the flame to go and deliver the good news to share ...
The temple masters the keepers of the law not understanding the nature what is work at all Love is not ...
In this land of plenty no one should know hunger or fear none should be without the care they dearly ...
Not our earth, the Lord's not our world, the creator's Ours over which to have dominion responsibility, stewards, caretakers, gardeners ...
A wish, a prayer, humbly raised that heaven would come to earth the world to be a better place teach ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
When I consider Life and its few years -- A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
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