Come and Die
The world today offers us a shallow gospel whereby we can live any ole’ way and suppose we may stand untainted before a Holy God.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Masters at Patchwork
Within every man and woman is a space of heart. It’s the precious hole waiting to be filled by its owner. An unseen yearning and voice occupies the endless cavern reaching up to Heaven, its homeland. The world
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Oil
There’s a miraculous love of Jesus I can see when the tears do fall It’s as if He’s hugging hurting hearts To tend the pain in them all. Sometimes it’s overwhelming When I glance around the room For IOrder Your Magazine
