A Captive’s Cry
And the sun just disappeared,
birthed us dark and wasted years
held captive by our fears.
And the sun just disappeared,
birthed us dark and wasted years
held captive by our fears.
All I toiled to achieve was meaningless.
Read MoreEditor’s Note: Today is the second anniversary of Benjamin Plunkett’s passing from this life into his eternal reward. To honor
Read MoreA liturgy for those who mourn.
Read MoreIt is so easy to be deceived by eloquence, passionate speech, and dynamic personality. In the presence of such things, it is so easy to forget what is really right and true.
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 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