You are the basis, and reason, for all things. All of heaven adores you and exalts you; you are the joy of heaven. Since time immemorial you have delighted and gladdened the blessed hosts. They eagerly hearken to your words, they yearn to attend to you, they rejoice in serving you. They know you, and

The Image of Jesus Christ Isa 40:11, John 10:1-7, 8-14, 15-18   Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… they’re all here; they seem well, great savior God. Help me to help their numbers swell.   Be ever with us as we cross over this rugged earth; secure our perimeter, and move us as one body; keep us

While laughing, and joking, fully self-assured, reasons abound precluding holy cure. Then, all too suddenly, snatched by death, and down, down into darkness, even its darkest depth.   O the grim ages of torment, the grinding of the teeth, with misery for company, and no hope for relief.   Yes, much time passes, until one

From the beginning, you knew our names. When that work was required it was you who was called, it was you who stepped forth…   FATHER I am willing, I go with great zeal, our loved ones to heal, our loved ones to shield, thou Father to reveal.   MY holy Son whom I love,

What lies behind is gone and old, old days behind, their stories told.   What lies before is fresh and new, new days before, new stories too.   Don’t look back, shan’t look back, to yesterdays, my Lord’s nascent Blessing lies before on the way.   Ye eyes behold, do see His Goodness yonder before,

Where the inner rivers, meet, in froth and foam, a mist emerges, ever so gently borne. Do pound, and roar, the waves that crash, yon mist, so fine, atop the boisterous splash. Up, up, and out, o’er the confluence sore, doth hover, and float, suffuse, betimes pour. With thy Truth, doth dowse, doth show a

A man once planted a mustard seed, in rough unbroken ground, like the one he’d heard the Nazarene declare one sunny autumn day. He’d heard him speak, saw him heal, pious phonies aplenty confound, and said in his heart, I will inch out in faith, to his Father I will pray— I am not really

Who wears a huge S on His chest? Christ the Savior, a little s for all the rest.  Who wears a huge S on His chest? Christ the Savior, hands-down, the best.  Who wears a huge S on His chest? Christ the Savior, yea, the worthiest.  Who wears a huge S on His chest? Christ

yet fragile in her strength, yet strong in her fragility…   There is such a fine line between strength and weakness, it is easily crossed in the negative. Sometimes it happens suddenly, oftentimes it happens gradually. It does not matter the pace, it is inevitable; such is the way of physical things.   A young