Dying on the Cross – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Breathing his last giving up his spirit submitting to God dying on the cross Christ alive until his choosing alone ...
Breathing his last giving up his spirit submitting to God dying on the cross Christ alive until his choosing alone ...
Not in response to something done not in an expectation of what is to be Centered on thanks on living ...
Breathing the words of our faith the liturgy of communion not merely reading the words but praying the Great Thanksgiving ...
Church the breathing in the breathing out worship on each end Fed that we may feed blessed that we may ...
Standing in the windstorm the gales of life wearing the Spirit a garment within me sharing this journey my walk ...
Gathered in, into God's garner our treasure, our lives, like the wheat gathering in by the gardener, the landowner, fed ...
As the father sent the son the spirit descending on him as a dove so we are sent by our ...
A righteous life, daily prayer calling on our faith, as we live, daily not only in times of adversity, walking ...
A father, grandfather, everyman pondering, musing, breathing out the lessons our children teach in word and in deed, mirroring our ...
An amazing creation each one of us, evidence, proof of a design a living creator molding us, breathing life into ...
not the walls, the things, the edifice we are the body of Christ the living, breathing, vital church in covenant ...
God labored, in creation, in bringing into being the whole world, the heavens, the earth, the dome above and below ...
A deepening understanding, breathing in the word lesson by lesson, example by example, in parable and in service. Showing all ...
I saw a change, a difference; yes, there was still a hint of hesitance, that has been there for a ...
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
We are a congregation intent on breathing in, new disciplines, new practices to be sure; but aren't we ready, ready ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
Who was Jesus, what did the crowd say what did the authorities believe and what about his followers, the disciples ...
I see your face when I close my eyes. Every feature, every emotion Fills me with joy. Your smile thrills ...
Drink in the cool, smooth, the sweet scent of Spring Fleeting aroma of purple of plum, or white, of dusty ...
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