Turning to God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So close to us, in every moment when we finally turn to God He is right there lovingly open, waiting ...
So close to us, in every moment when we finally turn to God He is right there lovingly open, waiting ...
We are the stones of the priesthood a holy living temple each stone a priesthood joining in collective ministry united ...
Grace to love us for simply being for merely existing desiring a loving communion relationship with us as in the ...
Emmanuel was the goal, the end of their journey Pursuing the baby's star, seen from its rising In Bethlehem, in ...
Pursuing, pulling, calling us the offer of God's love of His gift of saving grace His love wanting to reach ...
A free gift, without our asking pursuing us, in big and little ways reminding us, calling to us trying eternally, ...
Three together, down the road a sprint to a court date, saving at the end, of the journey second-hand smoke, ...
David, oh David how I know your sin your turn to the pleasures the temptation in your eyes weakness of ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
To earn it by disdaining it Is Fame's consummate Fee -- He loves what spurns him -- Look behind -- ...
Pursuing you in your transitions, In other Motes -- Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the ...
No Brigadier throughout the Year So civic as the Jay -- A Neighbor and a Warrior too With shrill felicity ...
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- Widths out of the Sun -- And look -- and shudder, ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy; ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
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