Poetry
It’s not a game, we play to win, but more a gift, we hope to give. Light sets our path, minds stretch to grasp, Jah ‘s righteousness, love over wrath. We toss each card, hands reach to help, hearts open wide, our words are felt. The reason we, do
Poetry
On Monday, learning from Jehovah and when, we followed Christ and faithful men, to shepherd, bind, broken hearts to mend. On Tuesday, for His faithful word where beauty shines on every page, His organisation life does save, As Spirit moves us to obey, promoting Christian unity. On Wednesday, how high
Poetry
As our sails unfurled in a sea of dark waters, our lives, like a ship through the night, did embark. Though trouble and pain crashed hard on the bow, the light from His Word lifted the veil from our hearts. His spirit within us, we glide over waves white with
Poetry
I hear Jesus‘ voice, let it ring, Hallelujah! calling to a better place, let it ring, Hallelujah! down by the Jordan race, let it ring, Hallelujah! let it ring, let it ring, I‘m coming Lord — I’ve toiled ’neath the burning sun, let it ring, Hallelujah! faced the Devil‘
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Butterflies of the earth that playfully intersect along the mountain of life, through fields that cover decades with verdant, plush carpets and teasing lilies, as the embrace of the sun tickles them with wind. Or like comets racing across the night sky, through the universe, each with an intricate purpose.