Washed by Living Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The water that we stand on in that leap of faith going onto the surface when our savior calls Washed ...
Poems about priesthood (31 Poems)
Washing Our Sandals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The dust of the road the water when we walk there washing our sandals made clean in Christ Following our ...
Tears before the Sanhedrin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How Christ must have felt standing accused before the Sanhedrin sons of Aaron, the royal priesthood judging him by the ...
The Meaning of His Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the gifts of the Magi the foreigners from afar his nature, the story of his life, all of the ...
To Proclaim His Wonderful Triumphs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Appointed, named commissioned into a royal priesthood a people, a faith for all time to proclaim the wonderful triumphs Christ's ...
Totally Wrong (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Would Jesus torture, would he allow his disciples to torture would people acting as his friends, as children of God, ...
Sent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are all, each of us, sent, a seed sown, a priesthood commissioned, empowered sent out into the world, a ...
By His Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By His Spirit, the breath of God creation By His Spirit, falling like a dove a savior By His Spirit, ...
By His Spirit – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By His Spirit, the breath of God creation, the wind across the waters, giving life By His Spirit, falling like ...
Baptismal Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The waters of baptism, the fire of Pentecost the rushing winds, racing across the waters the firmament, before the separation ...
Anointed by the Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Christ, like the apostles, each of us, anointed by the Spirit commissioned into a priesthood a servanthood, a fellowship ...
The Strength of the Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not our own selves, by the strength of the Spirit alone empowered to serve, to be out brother, the Christ ...
Laypeople (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laypeople, like you and me, upon them is our faith, our hope not from the royal priesthood, the ancient bloodlines ...
River of Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living water, a river of faith living in the hearts, one on one a generation on generation a mighty nation, ...
How Will She be Different (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I wonder, just what this will mean to her, to her walk with Christ to her sense of her call, ...
Believers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Commissioned believers called, each of us, to proclaim to preach, to witness a royal priesthood of the faithful like those ...
A Priesthood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are called to be set apart to live in the world for a sacred purpose a common mission to ...
In Believing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In believing, we are changed ever transformed, different beings adopted into the priesthood, called to holy living, to projecting the ...
Woven Together (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each one of us, a precious thread unique in all the world, made by our Creator; but made to be ...
Give God Our Hearts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are to give God our hearts, to live in harmony with the Father, the creator, our Brother, His Son ...
Stones of the Priesthood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are the stones of the priesthood a holy living temple each stone a priesthood joining in collective ministry united ...
Becoming Ministers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are all to be His ministers a royal priesthood of all the saints each commissioned to do the Master's ...
Being a Priest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By actions more than words we live out the blessings the title we are given All of us are heirs, ...
Free to Testify (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was free, free of the script, the words, the guide she had sitting before her Free to speak from ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
520. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election-No. 3 (Robert Burns Poems)
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
133. The Brigs of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...