As if in Dressage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The canter of the deer out in the bare wood reminding me of the pictures on the TV The bright ...
The canter of the deer out in the bare wood reminding me of the pictures on the TV The bright ...
Shards of God's love planted in our hearts the Spirit crying when we stray from Love Shards cut us to ...
Made in the image a mirror of Christ perhaps nascent growing in our hearts a piece of the Creator in ...
In the whisper of our Maker the breath of life given a seed planted in the humble clay of man ...
Do we see Jesus in our sister's face when we are unjust when we fail to share his grace Will ...
Needing to be mindful as we go about our days that a sliver of Jesus lives inside of us in ...
Calling us to look to see our Savior the risen Christ to see our Master in the face of each ...
Shards of God's love planted, a seed within the clay of our body his breath breathed in all of us ...
Shards of God's love shining in each beating heart a seed of heaven planted, within the clay of each one ...
A piece of the creator of eternity planted in each of us as he has planned it The words of ...
The judgment ready from the beginning the creator seeing into each beating heart Knowing all our histories how we treated ...
In the judgment the culling of all people gathered to the Lord at the end of the age to see ...
God before all before anything was in the stars and the dust in the water, in love Pieces of God ...
Empty, of our histories not truly innocent because we walk the earth yet, empty, like children able to be filled ...
At the end of the age oh at the end of time when the scales are balanced when all is ...
Becoming like children peeling away the layers our experiences clouding our vision of God The lies of the world layer ...
Oh ye of little faith how little do we have how great we claim to be when we are a ...
Not wanting to believe wanting him with them when he told them of his suffering that he must die So ...
without fear even though you are God to come before You humbly at the end of my life joy in ...
Clearly, when the trumpet sounds called in the whispers of His voice from deep within our hearts from our complacency ...
Pure white clouds like pulled cotton partially transparent translucent, shining a living backdrop for the willows dancing Arms moving like ...
Measuring my life the walk of my faith a plumb line vertical while I stray right or left questioning and ...
The cluster of daffodils, variegated in color hiding, behind the yellow screened behind the forsythia Seeking out their stature their ...
The words of the scripture, of the pastor, assuring, reminding not self-made, not even partially God is the actor, the ...
Like swans, hiding in the reeds the cattails, the plants A cluster of daffodils screened by the forsythia branches Their ...
Looking to the sea, it is a line of unbroken mountains. It is the sky. It is the ground. There ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
'Twas in the year 1715, and on the 10th of November, Which the people of Scotland have cause to remember; ...
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