Hobbled in Our Walk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The judgment of the law never measuring up the burden of guilt heavy on my mind Hobbled in our walk ...
The judgment of the law never measuring up the burden of guilt heavy on my mind Hobbled in our walk ...
Walking forward steps, sometimes stumbling yet steps on the journey moving forward climbing higher, further believing in the journey the ...
The Jew, the Gentile the poor, the lame the one who grabbed the brass ring all of us treated equally ...
In bowing in prayer asking for forgiveness of our sin reminders of your mercy for all that we had done ...
Forgetting our place in creation heaven our natural home focused on the ground thinking about earthly things Too often stumbling ...
The message repeating all through scripture from the beginning of the bible to the end of the age All about ...
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
Let go, turn all of this over a temple to the Lord for He will give you all the desires ...
Our cares, our woes, strange gifts laid on your altar, setting down own burdens before your throne, for you alone ...
She has trusted in your calling in the truth of the voice she hears in the night the quiet sureness ...
The bible's story imperfect people, able, by God's grace, to do extraordinary things acts of love, by faith alone, grace ...
We are the barriers, the obstacles, the impediments, stumbling blocks to relationship with God naked and confused we live Our ...
Rock; stumbling block passive - aggressive, follow hide, run, walk by faith January 26, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
Living by the law, dying because of the failings impossibilities of perfection of never straying, never stumbling never faltering, even ...
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
It was as if the synapses were growing in my mind, as he spoke He was, God was connecting the ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died -- The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
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