Passing Worship


wpid-20150103_073540.jpgThe night is nearly spent.

To His Throne, I’ve went.

What will come is in His hand.

Let the DAY begin!

The Son and the Moon


Man cannot look at the Son without wincing.

But delight is found in the early morning moon.

For He was born in the fires of summer.

While the moon reflects His Glory forever.

Let the world find its place of shade.

Let His people bask in His majesty.

They can tear at reflection from their darkness of sleep.

But He they will never touch again!

By His Grace

The Report


A PLACE TO PAINT AND WRITE

A PLACE TO PAINT AND WRITE (Photo credit: roberthuffstutter)

I have seen who I am.

I hated the report.

A hermit, a recluse, an abomination to man.

Each man is the product of his own history.

Yet each day dawns anew.

Since I am what I am,

Lord, what can I do for you?