Israel, what would you have YHWH declare? You only are acceptable to the LORD? If this were so, toward heaven you’d go by flesh or deed…not by His truth-sharp sword. What has YHWH Himself proclaimed? “Many are blind, many won’t listen”. He calls all out…
What use was she, this child? Yet, she tried: she’d gather up her tears and hide. God looked at her, His child. “Soon,” He sighed: one day she’d see the tears He cried. Never truly a child: ’twas denied until she blossomed by His side.
Chronic Fatigue Disorder by Vicky Gifford – 1998 He’s home from work, She hangs her head, She’s spent another day in bed. Will he see she did her best, Believe she’d tried to end up dressed, Or will he feel she’s let him down, Staying in…
God loves us with His colors: artists know this well. With Princely drops of bluest blood the Royal Son took Hell. Red canvas of salvation? Portrait of our LORD. It’s He Who painted thorny crown, a cross and one last sword. God loves us all!…