In His Ministry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In his ministry, echoes, reflections, mirroring the savior's words the path that the Christ walked, living out the words proclaimed ...
In his ministry, echoes, reflections, mirroring the savior's words the path that the Christ walked, living out the words proclaimed ...
Thank you, Lord for the spirit's intercession when my prayers, too weak, too feeble, pale reflections of my soul oh ...
Which is the holy ground, when is the ground holy a place to take off my sandals, to walk barefoot ...
Each moment, each thought, each image before our eyes magical seconds, instances of time revelations of God's grace present now, ...
Treasures of the king given to us, without merit, not earned gifts of grace, each day, given to us by ...
Tactile memories in the cemetery stones visual reflections of the times the ages in which the country knew imagery of ...
Provocative imagery In the words of the scripture And the words of the pastor Describing the Christ For the readers ...
We were sent out by the congregation to be His hands, to be their hands Down East; putting on His ...
A trip to the Isles of Shoals September, after the hurricanes warm tropical water sea foam bright, southern a different ...
It is you who believes in me who wants the best for me who gives me the strength For you ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
Tears of joy welled up in his heart spilled down his cheeks in the pew again Frozen Yankee stoicism melted ...
What was it that the daily reflection asked? Oh yeah, it was, "If you were set down beside the carriage ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
Ronald Hi Khong Wong is gone, sadly he deceased the commencement of this week. It wasn't unexpected. He never contradicted ...
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
in the night the deep deep night do i dance where mirror images are lost within i bleed across the ...
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