The Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,- From those who spoke ...
How well I know the moaning, the pain opening my heart hours in the pew kneeling bowed low Crying out ...
In my despair aware of my poverty my sin washing over me falling, falling from deep within the pit I ...
After the service the congregation left sitting for a moment in my pew alone looking at the altar one flame ...
Have you ever heard the comment noticed the body language someone different maybe not in "church" attire the eyes saying, ...
A comment several weeks ago about wondering about her gifts why she wasn't good at verse or speaking in church ...
Sitting in the pew the words before me on the screen, the page wondering how to feel reading the words ...
Joining the melody, swaying in the pew on the night, silent night the holy night of the birth Advent, come ...
Giving me the faith out of my pew, my comfort out onto the waters to go where the master calls ...
Would Jesus torture, would he allow his disciples to torture would people acting as his friends, as children of God, ...
This night, especially this night feeling you, Lord sitting beside me in the pew wanting only to take his hand ...
As I sit in my pew, the same spot, down front staring at my hands, knitted in prayer waiting, for ...
I sat apart, in the back of the sanctuary no roof our walls were around me nature all around Listening ...
Stepping out of your pew out of our assigned seating moved by the message, to step out in faith out ...
A burst of familiar motion racing down from the chancel to my pew A very serious angel needing to go ...
In that holy place, on that Oh Holy Night we rose as a family, to the chancel rail into the ...
Shyanne said she gets to be Officially Foss, her little sister said she would be my daughter officially. Funny the ...
It was as if the synapses were growing in my mind, as he spoke He was, God was connecting the ...
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
Tears of joy welled up in his heart spilled down his cheeks in the pew again Frozen Yankee stoicism melted ...
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
Miss Wendy! Miss Wendy! our three peal out across the driveway, down the corridor, down the pew using outside voices ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Interr'd beneath this marble stone, Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this ...
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