The Will of God – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Drawing us to Him the will of God wooing calling us, deep within unto Himself to walk with Him to ...
Drawing us to Him the will of God wooing calling us, deep within unto Himself to walk with Him to ...
Drawing us unto himself God's love ever present calling to us Planting seeds seeking us ever hope in our hearing ...
The geese moving not so much with effort like a painting moving overhead on a sheet of glass moving, silently, ...
Why I thought the painters pants perfect for the picking the worn knees showing my cold skin below reaching down ...
Discerning God's message from the competing voices we hear some leading us away some drawing us near Culling the wheat ...
ever may I be able to proclaim my clay still wet still sitting on the potter's wheel feeling the touch ...
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
Epiphany, awareness Falling to my knees, at the manger, at his bed, the cross, the altar in front of the ...
Study, prayers, fasting growth through study, meditation through some sacrifice, some meager change some discipline, holy, drawing us closer to ...
Her face, the virgin Mary glowing in the night, shining in the kitchen window illuminating the room, after midnight The ...
the iris stood tall and straight the blossom peaking from the skin of leaves still hidden mostly behind green its ...
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
Scraping, painting, praying, singing, playing, laughing all are part of lessons learned on the work site and at the camp; ...
Wonder, amazement, at the littlest thing marvels in all of creation, faith, attachment in the sound of familiar voices, Voices ...
Gray words on the page, drawing me in To your spell May I use you, argue with you Make my ...
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
Angry, oooh were they angry . bursting, flying out of that hole, next to the foundation by the lilac bush ...
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