We Matter to God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A confidence as believers in the words of the scripture God speaking to us on what it means to be ...
A confidence as believers in the words of the scripture God speaking to us on what it means to be ...
A sin offering, refined in the fire such was the bitter cup the cup of our sin that passed over ...
Where were the hosannahs that rang out five days before there before Pilate the crowd calling for his blood Christ, ...
The perfume, the nard broken and poured on him her tears, her hair washing it over his skin the fragrance ...
Our waiting Advent, the coming of Christ preparing our hearts remembering again that he came into the world A humble ...
Humble man am I Forgiven by his pure life sacrificed for me October 27, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
Sacrificed on the altar, the theology of progress chasing after the newest thing Sabbath rest, the trusting, the faith sleep ...
With pen to the page they spoke across the ages to the cause we keep to the things we believe ...
pure, unblemished the lamb, sacrificed, God the Son for our Sin January 30, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
A plan, for our teaching, for our instruction for the learning of the law, of the history, the place we ...
This day, a new year begun Advent, the season of waiting slowing our pace, even amid the holiday bustle starting ...
All of the work, the story, the steps of my life, my path all is loss. For I was separated, ...
He that was holy, divine, the word, there from before the night from the day before the void came alive ...
Another day, remembering all those who served, who sacrificed different, still, unresolved, an open wound, without closure so many still ...
Filled with the Spirit, the flames of Pentecost, they preached in the native tongue of another Peter stood and spoke, ...
A willing, a more perfect sacrifice the lamb of God, sacrificed on the mountain the new Isaac, the firstborn son, ...
She spoke joyfully face aglow standing in the kitchen of our church, her hands busy, preparing a meal, for a ...
I called her a hero. She blushed, a little bit, demurred a bit, laughed. Because she is what I said ...
Footprints in the frozen mud crowns of the craters perching between the peaks grabbing the tops of the hollow cups ...
We heard a story, a very personal, very public story of the friend who died, the friends who didn't understand ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how Dull Hearts ...
I'll have to change my mind on war, I need to take a break from structured thought; there's more to ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
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