When Inspiration Comes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Part of who I am who I have become submitting myself to him his plan for my life Inspired in ...
Part of who I am who I have become submitting myself to him his plan for my life Inspired in ...
Trying to be faithful to the teachings of Christ seeking his grace in my daily life Straining forward against the ...
Our lives here only a foretaste of the banquet seeking heaven all of our days All of us clay still ...
Forty days of focus reflection on his journey the walk of our Lord heading to eternity Going before us setting ...
The fishermen, there on the shore meeting Jesus by their boats tired from the night before a crowd pressing all ...
Moving from the shoreline the crowd pressing going out onto the waters to cast his net for men Preaching the ...
Jesus there on the shoreline the crowd pressing trying ever, to get closer to him Going out, onto the waters ...
Pushing from shore the crowds pressing trying to get close to touch the cloak of Jesus to be near to ...
Calling us, into worship her voice, rising alone the words of the prophet coming through the morning his promise from ...
The wind, the Spirit of God shaking the house, the gathering place the sanctuary of the church the place of ...
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
Three of the matriarchs willful women of our congregation congressing in the parking lot outside the sanctuary sharing a scheme, ...
It always seems, wherever I turn we are the bad guys, the ones in the way the ones asking Him ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
Living orange, growing, spreading eating the limb of the living tree, framed by the field, the backdrop of other fall ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg's not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile's ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
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