The Voice of Inclusion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With the prostitutes, the tax collectors with the unclean, the lepers Christ is the voice of inclusion showing us his ...
With the prostitutes, the tax collectors with the unclean, the lepers Christ is the voice of inclusion showing us his ...
Always pray never become discouraged trust in the Lord he will always answer Our prayers lifted up to heaven whether ...
All of us given an equal reward all of us paid by the gift of the Lord Serving him a ...
Each of them paid when they answered his call not by the amount for the time in the field So ...
We should be grateful to our creator who loves us so much like the older brother and the one who ...
Something we never remember in that moment of anger when someone does us wrong no matter how slight or great ...
The bounty, the sharing the giving from the creator my cup overflowing, the harvest the wonderment, beyond my comprehension a ...
We are to be like the first Christians going when the savior calls offering hospitality, sharing His message changing their ...
An open hand, our doors open offering hospitality in the name of the Lord A friendly place, to hear the ...
As much as walking on the water, leaving home unprepared, out into the world wholly dependent, trusting in strangers relying ...
Their act of hospitality inviting in the stranger as the scripture instruct The teacher revealed in the blessing, in the ...
Like God for us, Joseph's brothers really forgiven someone who could punish mete out a judgment A generous heart, an ...
Your garden, ripe with squash, with beans, soon to bear tomatoes, pumpkins other summer fruits ready for picking the bounty ...
They worked well together, the crew of the boat The Captain and the Pilot, each knowing their roles, the work ...
It looked to be a leaf from last fall bright red maroon burgundy maple yes, it was a mix of ...
A pent-up question, crushed his swagger, confidence, bravado, the friendly banter, in the cool of reflection, for a moment, a ...
In war, actions can have unintended unwanted consequences, self-inflicted wounds, friendly fire, not just on the battlefield. How much more ...
We thought we would be nice generous, helpful, gracious hosts But that wasn't what he wanted, not what he had ...
We lift up a humble prayer for peace, for wisdom for justice in our land for a mother fighting for ...
The name you chose Your name Informal, friendly, official An act of will, of self Defining for yourself Who you ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
Touching your cool Bronze skin Coursing my fingers Like a reader of Braille, Silently in the dark In our sanctuary ...
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