Dear Sweet Morning Jesus Christ. Day dawns gleaming after night. Ancient days of dusk till dawn, silent pass until they’re gone. Shards of darkness pierce no more; shattered souls rise off the floor. Hearts once faint now beat strong; newborns sing salvation’s song! Day dawns…
Father, does my will bend as did my Saviour King? In all and all submit as He and only praises bring? Oh God, let me never fail Thee until I’ve run this race and receive a crown of glory: mine only by Your grace. Jesus,…
I speak not merely as a woman. Nor do I speak as to a mere man. I speak as God’s Eve Woman. I speak to God’s Adam Man. Man, whence came you? What purpose? What plan? What duty was placed in your care, Man? What…
In disguise Evil slithers among us hunting souls to feed his unfilled lust; masked in flesh of every kind and shade: no nation exempt, no gender preferred, no race excluded: all mankind has served. Calculating, Evil glances around, swiftly surrounding the victim he’s found; seeking human…
What is WONDER? How from tiny acorns mighty oaks grow to withstand wind’s harshest blows? Far greater still…from human seed sprang Israel and promise of the Sharon Rose. What is AWE? To look up and see how pale moon and twinkle stars gift us with…
I felt great! I’d forgiven thee. Charity flowed from my heart…seemed to soothe and heal the angry hurt I’d known. “But why doesn’t it last?” I’d groan. My Saviour heard me. He knew better. With God I could travel unfettered by my self-righteous goodness. How…
Such an exciting time of year, when Santa comes to town: once born in a lowly manger he now flies all around; bearing gifts for the whole wide world – for every girl and boy; pulled by his eight little reindeer he brings such peace…
God speaks, “Come, let us reason together.” He makes Man equal; reason his tool. Man rebels, “I will make reason my god and then I shall rule!” Man resents God’s role. God speaks, “The time is ripe for clarity.” He gives Man law to reveal…
From all peoples, flowers are gathered for God's signature perfume: some God chooses are buds not yet open; others are old, often overlooked by ‘man’. Truly amazing? It's the pale, crushed or broken flowers our Savior picks first, not last: carefully chosen, some tenderly pressed,…
How dear to us the sweetest sound that we shall ever hear; God’s message wrapped in melody; it’s perfect to our ear. As with artist’s brush on canvas, music with words can say, how Jesus died and lives again, and shows us all His Way.