Psalm 19 – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My words, my very thoughts my mind, pleasing to you Lord would that this were always true that my will, ...
Poems about role (31 Poems)
Becoming Gray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where once they were brown his new-grown beard becoming gray, growing into his role elder leader, shepherd of a growing, ...
A Tent Maker (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We forget, in our reverence the roles of the apostles, the saints We forget Jesus the carpenter, Peter the fisherman, ...
Even the Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The work, the contribution even the children, parts of the body essential to the teaching, ministry feeding each of us ...
Stewards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are to be stewards, trustees, missionaries cherishing that which we have, responsible for their maintenance, for spreading the word ...
The Parts of the Body (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It doesn't matter which part we are what role we each play in the body, the church the living person ...
All Are Needed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are the eyes, the nose, the fingers, the body of the church, the body of Christ each church, in ...
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 ...
Washing All Their Feet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even the betrayer, the one who shared the bowl who would give him over to man even him, Christ washed ...
Planning for Contingencies (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a range of options, possible outcomes working on that which can be achieved this is the challenge, the role, the ...
Tested (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His life a test more than our own it would seem tested as a human in our bodily form but ...
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 ...
A High Priest and Mediator (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No, God spoke not with Aaron, the high priest, the appointed line of the tribes. No, God did not receive ...
A Waking Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are watching day by day hour by hour watching a waking sun the faces of the flowers turning, yearning ...
Creative (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
The Architect (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of the creation an order, a place for each a selection, a role to play We too, each with ...
A Call to Testify (not to follow) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how he wanted to to become like the twelve followers of the Son to walk with Him; but that ...
Advocate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Being the advocate striving to do good while being loyal, working within the part I play for the plaintiff, the ...
Losing Our Life Our Soul (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In Sunday School, a lesson, on meaning of words, the difference they make and the learning in the difference one ...
Shepherd’s Hook (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A shepherd's hook stood in the corner of the empty office a reminder of the role the reason for this ...
Thinking Cog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Why she asked Innocent, or was it? Cringe of every curmudgeon Fear of every manager Like Charlie in Modern Times ...
A Certain Male Timbre (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
A Beat in Concord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Boldness of the Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Four books of sheep, timid, unsure followers fearful and obtuse about the incredible journey their role, these fishers of men ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Common Things (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
Share of obligation (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
No conscience in escape (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
Growing Apart (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
Dead man’s clothes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...