Eternal Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What God offers wooing us to him each daughter, each son eternal life in heaven healed of our sin drawing ...
Raymond A. Foss Poems on Daughters (27 Poems)
Forgiven (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The message of Easter Mary in the garden that fallen woman Forgiven by Jesus A daughter of Eve far from ...
Mary, at the Foot of the Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When other ran, fled denied they knew his name Mary, at the foot of the cross there when our Savior ...
Jesus Appears to Mary Magdalene (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nothing unimportant all that was written power in that moment the first of his resurrection Mary in the garden waiting ...
he forgives that sin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
in the person of Mary the fallen woman a daughter of Eve the first to see Jesus there in the ...
after His resurrection (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
after His resurrection there in the garden the empty tomb behind him standing with Mary She was the first the ...
a daughter of Eve (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than most others the women of the bible Mary in the garden that blessed Easter morning a daughter of ...
In the Power of that Moment (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the Garden calling to her the fallen woman faithful to the end Redeeming the woman the daughter of Eve ...
The Hands of a Servant – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My daughter, my sister washed by her hands in remembrance of that holy night by the hands of a servant ...
Contemplating Lent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before the ashes, in thinking of love the story of our king of the change love makes the shine upon ...
In Winter’s Grip (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Snowbound (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
a whisper of a kiss, a prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His eyes closed as were hers, a whisper of a kiss, a prayer breathed onto her brow, as if into ...
Curled up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tightly wrapped, as she was so recently inside her mother's womb curled up in her father's arms matching bracelets, letting ...
Standing to Speak (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sharing in this moment in history the confluence of the birthday of Dr. King the inauguration of Barack Obama searching ...
His Daughters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Listening to the power of his speech, to the prayers he had for his children Reading the words of his ...
Divine Demolition (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Things that separate us, brother from brother, will not stand, in the face of God for we are one for ...
His or Her (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
Witnesses as They Were (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Peter, the other disciples we too are witnesses, as they were to the acts of Jesus, the power of ...
Stories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
Signs of the Times (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Kairos time, not Chronos time; how hard a concept, so easily missing. We live in times with signs, like the ...
Dual Citizens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her sermon, speaking on justification by the law, by grace spoke of our dual citizenship, our dual nature, dual heirs ...
Closer to Home (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The war got a little closer to home as the concerns were lifted before the congregation in the stilled sanctuary ...
Would You Marry Me, Again (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
Remembering This Sacred Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two years ago today the day we wed on the stone bridge in the park in the snow A handful ...
Waiting for Her Son (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A traditional mother, dressed in native garb waiting for her son, living in another world, one more familiar to him, ...
White Knuckles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...