If in the valley, we are overcome,
Within the shadow, and discouragements from...
I am master and creator of all
I formed you and gave you life...
The crowds have dwindled
And the faces...
Each boundary made
as logic fails...
Filthy Rags
By Mark Spencer...
My heart is searching for its purpose
I try to force my eyes, but His will hides under...
I never knew how difficult this would be
To die to self...
The hostile air taints the holy ground,
as darkness creeps in without making a sound...
As the angels watch over us,
We can be sure we're safe...
I saw the Light, and it was good
when I followed it like I should...
When does sainthood become the foundation from...
Surely there is not always a didactic harpist...
Behold, there arose a great storm on the sea,
We were swamped by waves; but he was asleep...