I Do Not Come with Empty Hands
I do not come with empty hands. No, my hands were never empty…
Read moreI do not come with empty hands. No, my hands were never empty…
Read moreBehold, the Lord above our tempest-torn earth! He is Master above it all.
Read moreA new poem by Benjamin Plunkett.
Read more“Our sights are on the Light”
Read moreIn honor of and inspired by Shawna Scarborough.
Read moreI go, then,to enjoy one of those under-the-evening-out-of-the-exhausted-daylight-hours moments. Here is a freshly laid table ofhalf-eaten desserts and nameless cups
Read moreI don’t know your face.
I know the shape of it…
The progressing nature of the path of life
Read moreOur winter stars shine in adorned
worship when heaven on earth
lies laying
the happy days,
the mellow ways
the lays, the lines
streaming the tree of time