Raising the Cups to his lips (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Layers of memory a row of cups before him like Christ in the garden submitting to God in turn taking ...
Layers of memory a row of cups before him like Christ in the garden submitting to God in turn taking ...
Christ took the cup, the cross we take the cup, the cross sharing our story, the choice to submit to ...
Knowing the suffering the bitterness of the cup God giving him comfort as he lifted it up Taking the poison ...
We partake get a foretaste the feast of heaven at the Lord's Table Bowing before him at the altar rail ...
So rich the stew the memory coming back to me the paddle blade cut into the water pulling up lily ...
Off in the basement beyond the cellar stairway in the mist of the dust the harbingers of time Within the ...
All the believers should be gathered together singing together praises to our King Joyful, ever ever aware feeling God's presence ...
Give thanks to God the source of all good cleave to his chest the warmth of his embrace Seek the ...
in Humble thanksgiving for all that God gives us sharing praise to Him November 25, 2010 Luke 12:15-21 Leviticus 2 ...
In a spirit of praise called to thanksgiving to praise to our God The source of what was what is, ...
Our undying thanks rendered unto him the creator of all the source of all that is good Nothing ever was ...
We wait expectantly in joyful hope for the coming of our king to return to the earth Free from the ...
Thankful for the bounty the overflowing gifts all of God's gift gratefully we pray With thanksgiving in our hearts for ...
We are thankful for all of God's gifts from the least to the greatest thankful to him For all the ...
We are to give thanks for all of God's gifts the bounty of his love his grace poured on us ...
We offer you thanks our Lord and our God for all that is good forever and always Humble thanks to ...
Understanding in a small way some of what he gave his sacrifice greater the consequence immense Yet on these days ...
Each of us in some way part of the flames burning on the altar the memory of the saints fresh ...
The names of our saints read aloud in worship in memory of them their faith that guides us leads to ...
The world wrapped in a lie the self-centeredness man upon a pedestal though we are made of clay and His ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
The wood of the barn the creosote bleeding brown shoe polish and maple syrup colors of the boards weathered and ...
Crossing the bridge, walking with the girls hot summer morning a whiff of memory the smell of the river far ...
Sometimes hesitant sitting fitfully hesitant to come not yet ready that moment too some called to come, forward falling at ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
A small decal in the rear window the van passing us on the right An image, a stencil stylized of ...
In the rush of the world the busy, taking time days flying by, panic caught in the whirlwind Needing to ...
Not just one thing all of it connected all important the whole salad of life Our faith, our work family ...
Not knowing him well enough unable to call him irascible, a fire in his belly, certainly gregarious in the smile ...
The precision, I remember his motions helping me create the car the weight we added Balancing the shape the aerodynamics ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories