I look into the mirror and wonder at what I behold, the flesh, the form, the vessel for a living soul. I wonder at the potential, I wonder at what is hid within, I am in awe of the capacity to follow God and the capacity to live in sin. A wicked heart indeed,… Read More The Treasure
Lord may I reach the end of my days, not the end of life but the end of my ways. I have been adopted into your family and free course before your throne, but I find the world outside is beckoning me to return to what was known. Known comforts and pleasures, known as my… Read More A Point of No Return
You make much of the least of things, a concept I cannot comprehend or bear You make much of great suffering, I know you were not its author but why must I continue Much of the least of things, you have made a mansion out of a condemned venue Why must I endure in such… Read More Much in the Least of things
Remember me, oh believer, remember me I cry For when I am forgotten in your generation it is destined to die I am the ever flowing river, the true vine, the brazen serpent of salvation Turn not away from me, For I am a jealous God, and desire you to be a sanctified and holy… Read More Remember Me
