There once was a question: a question which was to us posed:
Who shall separate us from the love of God? Whom do you suppose?
Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
I can walk,
I can swim.
I can run–
On a whim.
Who Am I
In the bottom of a stream;
In water so pure and clean —
I live, an animal so strange,
Sensitive to every little change.
Leave Them Behind
Weary, torn, shattered man
Bare feet upon burning sand
Broken shards in his hand
What We Were
On the cabinets, on the tables, pinned on the wall.
Precious memories, pictures of us all.
Something fragile, a beauty so rare.
A new day dawning that we shared.
Take a walk to the mall
Watch the girls strut down the hall.