Ssh, Pastor Peter is Praying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
Oooh, what was he thinkin? Tellin the womenfolk to be quiet, demur, deferring to their husbands... Not on this watch, ...
Tears of joy welled up in his heart spilled down his cheeks in the pew again Frozen Yankee stoicism melted ...
Hands joined in humble, reverent prayer around the tables of our meeting praying for comfort and release for our friend ...
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
Two pitchers, two bowls Two pair of hands of the pastor and the proconsul Metaphorical markers of a life well ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
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