Changing My Direction (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My path not working changing my direction to the calling of the Lord trusting in his plan the guidance of ...
My path not working changing my direction to the calling of the Lord trusting in his plan the guidance of ...
at your table, at our table a space prepared for them your vulnerable children oh Lord, welcome here This table ...
Pausing in my praying aware of the fragrance of Christ the smell of his blood resting upon my hands His ...
My prayer, for my words the ancient words of Christ beginning in that upper room passed down from the saints ...
at the altar rail, communion preparing myself facing Christ in the servant before me serving the bread, the cup the ...
Not in isolation, single branches, struggling alone in the storms; in connection, interlocking, twined branches growing grapes, fruits of the ...
Our children, the living heart the church of today, now not some future, the church of tomorrow The core, our ...
Connected, intertwined, the branches, the vine knitted together, strong, growing, loving, nurturing the branches, the vine, touching linked one to ...
The church, a grapevine entwined branches abiding in God Being love, nurturing welcoming children caring for one another the vine, ...
Smiling faces, the running feet squealing voices, the happy smiles sitting, squirming, in the pews at the feet of the ...
Clustered in the branches not individuals, not the branches, not the fruits, clusters, a bunch of grapes not a single ...
See the children, singing in sanctuary laughing, running in the church they are the grapes, the fruit of the vine ...
Living in the vine, abiding in the love of the creator living in the vine, abiding in the strength of ...
They are the fruits the children of our faith the grapes of the vine, being nurtured, cared for pruned, watered, ...
The Vine, like the womb, the umbilical cord; but more never to be severed, never cut the vine a part ...
Living in the vine, connected, to its strength to the love, life-giving succor sustenance of the vine feeding the branches, ...
As they lived, so we eat from one pot, each given a portion as they need, their daily bread a ...
The Book of Acts, the Acts of the Apostles valuable lessons for this age, this time in our lives these ...
Our Family's Table our small part, a place set, all are welcome, no charge, Ready for the feast, the banquet ...
Our Family's Table our small part, a place set, ready for the feast, Christ in our midst, sitting with us ...
As they lived, so we eat from one pot, each given a portion a common prayer, a place set for ...
All together, one table, one meal they lived, worshipped, ate together a single life the lives of the apostles early ...
Weekly payments, cash payments for the work performed, day by day helping them and their family, do what is right, ...
A weekly warming of my soul Voices raised in song Lyrics on the screen Making a joyful racket for the ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
It's a ruling from the field of pain (devoid of antique nave, a judgement process aptly named 'benefit of doubt'); ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
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