My Treasure
Christ, He is my treasure
Through every kind of weather
I’m more of a nobody than I’ve ever been
And I honestly love the view.
Luke 8:17 For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be made known and brought to light.
Several times a week (check the broadcast schedule!) we are a playlist just for our poetic hearts. You’ll be encouraged by 10 minutes of Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly Wilson
Why are you angry at that pained soul
Perhaps it’s a heart you should get to know
Before that judgment causes grief
For one who is already needing peace.
There is such a safe place with Christ Jesus. His feathered wings (psalm 91) are the best shelter from storms I’ve ever known.
It is my birthday today and I wanted a good long time with Christ this morning. This year has been full of beautifully running the race and watching Him love one heart after another to wholeness. As I’ve been
Should every door begin to close Except the door to Heaven/s throne Into His heart I will abide Nothing compares to knowing Christ. If darkened days do fill my years And bring me still more waves of tears I’ll
There once was a grasshopper pining away
Wondering when God would save the day
When pain and grief rolled in like waves
“When would it surely all go away?”
There was a road called “Lost”
Which I traveled at great cost
With crooked streets and no road signs
When all seemed to be left behind.