Preaching the Word of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The gospel lesson, the only scripture not read from the lectern, not this day The word of God preached from ...
The gospel lesson, the only scripture not read from the lectern, not this day The word of God preached from ...
The children had their thought the ingredients essential A little bit of love, or a whole lot, care, oh we ...
The true nature of God revealed in the story of the two sons the one who roamed and the one ...
The words of the story, labeled the Prodigal Son; but this is a mistake The deeper meaning, for all of ...
A wayward Jewish boy separated from family, from his people, from his faith, focused on his wealth, All was lost, ...
What a revelation, those first moments discovery of the behaviors of children, of disobedience, and passing the blame, in that ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
We too must be aware hear the message there is for us to walk with Jesus, as God intended to ...
Each talk, a risk, an opening of our own true self before the congregation, the pilgrims But his was different, ...
He came, first, to feed the children to prove the scriptures, fulfill the prophets to bring the chosen people, back ...
We are pursued, chased by God's love, the prevenient grace of the creator trying desparately, to bring us back to ...
Since the fall, the beginning, the schism in the garden, our creator, stands like the father in the story of ...
The words of the savior So poignantly describe The Father, the reconciliation So amply desired, In the words of the ...
God sets out a welcome a bountiful front porch expansive and always present a front porch, maybe with a homemade ...
Of Man, of Woman of the King We see the prodigal son, the fatted calf we see the fragrant oil ...
An earthy father, a parable man, forgiving his sons for separate sins same sins of selfishness greed, desires for their ...
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; Yet, more to grace the ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
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