Fed that We May Feed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Church the breathing in the breathing out worship on each end Fed that we may feed blessed that we may ...
Poems about verb (31 Poems)
An Action of Our Hearts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The verb of church an action of our hearts calling us to be more to do more out into the ...
Something to Do (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Church not something but something to do, informing others of God's love, his grace poured out washing over all of ...
To Our Church Now (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The message, the prophecy, the words of Isaiah not to some ancient people speaking, resonant to our church now Speaking ...
The Image of Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Too many times the song of the body we are the church together as one Too many times we some ...
A New Definition of Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Following Christ focused only on Him joining our brother in worship in walking, in ministry doing God's work in the ...
A New Thing, as at the Beginning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A page from ancient scripture which set their feet in motion again calling, us to worship a new thing, as ...
Not in Growing Numbers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If we could truly be focused not on growing numbers but in reaching hearts that we would be living out ...
Remembering My Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In seeing the notation, the theme of our worship, remembering my words, asking me if he had read my poem ...
Flawed, in Our Selfishness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Something of liberation theology in the words of Christ the upside down language in the Sermon on the Mount Our ...
Unworthy – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even if we are freed by the blood of the cross how unworthy I am to speak the word of ...
To God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe our perspective too limiting seeing the father, son, the spirit or the way, the truth, the life all ways ...
The Words Bolded (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Something disquieting though I cannot fully understand my concern in this moment seeing the word bolded that I am to ...
He is the Creator (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He is the creator I am the clay his words I cherish but never claim to speak He is so ...
Silent I will Stand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Silent I will stand when the words are read the words of God in his creating The words of the ...
Erican (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her style all her own a bit whimsical pushing the limits and surprising us in love storming above and yet ...
Shyanne the Outfit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If her little sister was an adverb describing verbs in motion a verb for her about her fashion sense To ...
Shanequaly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We laughed easily playing in the pool going round and round making the whirlpool Somehow we came to a discussion ...
Not the Desert of Sinai (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God declaring through the words of the prophet not the desert of Sinai sacrifices burned on the altar instead the ...
Living Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a an adjective and a noun living church an adverb and verb our lives different doing worship, in our ...
God is Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the letter, the words of John written later, distilling, aware, understanding after the walk with the One, sent to ...
To Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A verb, going to church as if that alone means anything but our collective, our understanding what is means to ...
The Verb of Lent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than a noun, a period of time, forty days each year, between Ash Wednesday, and the joy of Easter ...
A Display Of Mackeral (Mark Doty Poem)
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
A few kind words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Sea (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
A Sea Dirge (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
I Sit By The Window (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...