Bleached Gray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cottages barren stripped of pretense no pain, no stain protecting them from the sun the wind, the waves the ...
The cottages barren stripped of pretense no pain, no stain protecting them from the sun the wind, the waves the ...
God's promise, to always be with us to provide for our needs wherever we may go There with us in ...
Trusting in our creator the one who can sustain us leaning on God all of our days Not sure of ...
Before our birth, when we enter the world all of our days even when we are unaware Our loving father, ...
When I am weak, then I am strong because God provides His people's needs are met When I have doubts, ...
Walking with us, our God beside us, our brother within us, indwelling spirit guiding our ways Leading us where we ...
Protecting me from the world saving me from my sin a good shepherd is my Lord Guiding me on my ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
The children in our congregation, in the community, the world the grapes of the vine, the fruit of the work ...
Guiding, protecting, watching over me leading me through the trials, the journeys of life keeping me safe from harm of ...
The coming of the Spirit the flames of Pentecost the breath of life from God foretold by the living Messiah ...
Through the raging waters, the whirlwind, the desert, the wilderness places He has led us through all of these all ...
My name is written on the creator's hand tattooed permanently, his memory never fades he keeps me, holds me, in ...
It was his voice, the master's voice which calmed her panic, her fears, her confusion the empty tomb, the burial ...
Off the beaten path away from the regular routes so was the way taken home the Magi, protecting the child, ...
He gently cupped his hand around the flickering flame shepherding the light into the chancel shielding the light, the warmth ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Before I rise to start my day I felt a need to stop and pray for the men and women ...
A picture of God remains in the recesses of my mind, an old resistant strain, a long dormant thread, a ...
Like mighty aloe vera leaves, protecting the cluster of blue within their protective quills the green leaves wrap 'round the ...
Touched by the Holy Spirit descending like a dove, before the voice of God spoke identifying him for all All ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,-- My purse ...
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
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