The April morning, when the sparrow began to sit on her precious eggs, must have been the stillness in the calming trees, when the overwrought war veteran with PTSD, sought help and received it, must have been the stillness and cherish from God's own Being, when a squall on the gray turbulent bay threatened to swamp the fishermen's boat, must have been the sudden stillness of a sparkling emerging sun, and blue breaking up stormy clouds, a litter of puppies picked up from being abandoned on the side of the road, must have been the stillness of the rescuer's kind heart, a young woman facing canc

God, I am thankful for Jesus Christ, and I am now reborn by his light! But I didn’t know my spirit laid perishing in the night. I am thankful you provide me with physical food, but I didn’t know my spirit starved for spiritual food. I am thankful for eyes which see your glorious creations, but I didn’t know my soul was attacked by unseen situations. I am thankful you gave me a brain to think, but I didn’t know my soul was ill with ignorance. I am thankful you gave me hands and feet, but I didn’t know it was leading my soul to defeat. I am thankful you gave me a fine heart, but I didn’t kn

Cruciform waters, mellowing, always crystalline, drink of it, humanity, God's passion spring, in the lightning lit storms raging in the Lord's blessed heart, His budding roses torn apart, as others prime in dewy shoots, rise from the earth, resolute. What costs nothing, can't ever be measured ? It's a hug from a child that is to be treasured.

Flogged and falling,
He carried the heavy, rough, and splintered cross,
Sinner's lament, it was because of us.

Down I go into the abyss of shame, of darkness,
swearing I'll walk the righteous walk,
but come up short, only talk,
Lamb of Love and Patience, forgives,
Sinner's lament, it was because of us.

Pierced, His cries still reverberate in humanity's shadowy heart,
Crimson on purple, exhaustion, dehydration,
Sinner's lament, it was because of us.

Stars swirled in celestial restlessness,
Yet, His triumph that third morning,