Hungry for God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Poor, hungry for God knowing our weakness our need for Christ to see his face To feel his presence the ...
Poor, hungry for God knowing our weakness our need for Christ to see his face To feel his presence the ...
Sharing our riches giving away our gifts sharing them with the world So we are called to lend a helping ...
If we heed the Spirit calling us from within if we are truly yoked to our Savior, our brother, our ...
How like Thomas unable to believe needing some tangible proof of God's love for him needing to touch his side ...
The coins, but a metaphor so small compared to the other offerings but so huge, in metaphor giving all she ...
More beautiful than orchids a scent beyond imagination her offering, her gift fragrant before God Offering all she had out ...
With her hands, she served she ministered to those in need sewing clothing for the poor following the command of ...
A widow's gift, more pleasing to God than all the others not to its value but for its worth the ...
Meager humble coins brought to Your holy altar given for You, Lord, from out of her love out of her ...
Too often, like the scribe, the wealthy, we give, not from our hearts; but from our brimming wallets, out of ...
She gave, all, from her poverty out of her love her love for God in His holy temple where he ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King -- And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing -- ...
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men -- ...
I play at Riches -- to appease The Clamoring for Gold -- It kept me from a Thief, I think, ...
Because 'twas Riches I could own, Myself had earned it -- Me, I knew the Dollars by their names -- ...
This was a Poet -- It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings -- And Attar so immense From ...
Publication -- is the Auction Of the Mind of Man -- Poverty -- be justifying For so foul a thing ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
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