I get it, I give you my life. And a day. And another. When do you come to my rescue, my God? I came unannounced, I came unafraid. I denied myself and left the throne/”throneroom empty.” The cause is/seemed just. The End
A Praise of Victory. A Meditation of Gary in Times of Trouble. Who turns the tide of war? The battle belongs to the LORD. He gives His people victory, And raises His standard high. Victory is not to the proud, Nor spoils to the swift. But we overcome our war, By regarding His love. When I …
Prayers are like wishes, Like soft spoken kisses, Summons from a faraway land. I am here, but away, I am gone, but I stay, Here near your throne of command. Though distressed and afraid, Be my thoughts not dismayed, For God’s voice is so very near. Though mighty storms clash, Into white, cindery ash, My …