Behold, the Lamb

The Children's Hour by Henry Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the...

Above all, trust in the slow work of God We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to sk...

Write Every Letter Of Your Law On My Heart Write every letter of your law on my heart That I may always have the highest regard For every wo...

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my friend! But then instead ...

I watch as the leaves flew up; I smiled and chased the flury, Following the path of disheveled leaves. In a moment, all fell still . . . sil...

There she stood clothed, yet naked Before Him who looked into her heart. Fire and judgment stirred relentlessly And searched . . . She look...

She ran through the leaves Feeling the mud in her bare little toes, A little hanging on the eaves of her dress. She laughed as the rain soak...

In a sun scorched land far away, There were trees, little trees Withered, sprangly, and dearth. There were no big trees in this earth. You s...

What do you do when you are told that God has said, “no” to what you want most? I heard this story of a man who was engaged to be married. H...

Written as a young lad ROCKING CHAIR The chair Sits in the open cob webbed space Set alight by the pale moon As the pale light crashes throu...

Written March 2005 The waves crashed The thunder roared Unabashed the lightning seared the sky The billows soaring Wind writhing This was a ...

Written 2003 There she stood clothed, yet naked Before Him who looked into her heart. Fire and judgment stirred relentlessly ----- And searc...

Written Tuesday. November 2, 2003 When I was a child, my father ---- Took me to the beach at sunrise; We sat in silence and listened to the ...

Poem written December 2003 I heard the thunder of the gates as they closed and The heaviness of the chains as they were wrapped around and l...