Only Shards Hanging (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The weight of our own sin only shards hanging after the stones have been thrown in our glass houses how ...
The weight of our own sin only shards hanging after the stones have been thrown in our glass houses how ...
When the glass falls our hypocrisy exposed when our sin is revealed naked in glass houses our stain bright red ...
Standing in judgment condemning others when they stand in glass houses shards all around Throwing stones in glass houses letting ...
When we make judgments when we grumble about his grace when we do not offer love when we cast the ...
Part of the problem the blinders the cataracts the things getting in the way keeping us from seeing clearly All ...
The illusion of something unique that we somehow are worthy that more than grace is at play in bringing us ...
Like masks of clay only the differences between us false grounds to claim another unworthy when we all carry our ...
No longer wandering, going about the land preaching, healing spreading the message of love the time coming growing near, his ...
Before I can worship truly joyful before I can sing of the rising of my king Needing to walk along ...
Before the rising of our savior the joy of Easter morning coming face to face with the reality of his ...
The words entering into worship prayers from the pulpit that we would observe a holy Lent with disciplines of old ...
The days of Lent a forty-day season able to change our lives if we would let them Reflecting on the ...
So much of the rest of the year the happy, joyous side of our faith the coming of the Christ-child ...
This season of our faith from Ash Wednesday to Easter the season of reflection, of Lent so unlike the Advent ...
The prayerful things, fasting what we give up for Lent different than the New Year's resolutions lying in the dust, ...
The little things that we give up things we add to our days denying ourselves of chocolate, TV, spending more ...
Still fresh in my memory the smell of the burning palms the smoke thick, wrapping round me as the joy ...
Aware of our station coming to the rail confessing our sin our utter need for God Humbly coming, approaching your ...
The prayers that they offered in the story of Jesus the Pharisee and the tax collector both on their knees ...
In confessing his sin his humble estate coming before God knowing he should die In ashes and sackcloth mourning our ...
At the altar rail pausing, in prayer, waiting for the bread for the cup waiting for You to feel your ...
Christ's lesson on the two in the temple the rich Pharisee and the lowly tax collector The latter, humbly praying ...
Falling to his knees praying humbly knowing himself confessing his sin praying honestly to God Aware of his place how ...
The shift in the story the climax fast approaching his face set on Jerusalem his time coming, to fulfill, complete, ...
In spite of our failings our sinful nature we live assured trusting in your great love Your promise to love, ...
An essential lesson was lost by the Pharisee that day Yes she had a greater debt, and poured out her ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
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