The creak of the church door was a familiar sound—it was common, normal, entirely expected when one practically lived in the house of God as Father James did. And when the tapping came he saw no reason to turn, no reason to look upon this joiner; after all, he had heard the same many taps from the many heels the many mothers wore when they visited.
But the taps did not stop at the first row of the pew. They did not stop at the midway point either, where Mrs. Davis sat, nor did the heels stop their rhythmic tapping when they reached the front. Father James even heard his coworker, Father Anthony, shuffle closer to himself and away from
Saints. They're men
In funny dresses with
Glowing orbs of light
Over their heads.
But they're also
Kind men, I've heard.
They look after the
Poor and lonely and lost.
So I tried searching
For them. I looked
Under rattling railway
Bridges, behind the
Backs of Chinese takeaways
And peered down the Hight Street,
To see if there were any
Among the busy shoppers
And crying children.
But I saw none. And it's a silly dream, really.
But still, I will look.
I will look.
The great I am
My Lord, My Savior
I go to you
For help, for comfort
I come to you
For love, for shelter
But there are days
I go in rage
I go in distress
You accept me each time
You greet me with open arms
So to you I ask why
You love me so much
Even though you are so great
And I am so little
You care none the less
You love me the same.
Can't Wait to See the Day by JesusFan13, literature
Literature
Can't Wait to See the Day
I know this life I live in
Does not compare to what lies beyond the door
So many hurting people
Searching for, they're searching for more
There is hope
There is hope
Oh
I can't wait to see the day
When all wickedness is gone
When the war that Jesus won
Is finally said and done
And I can't wait to see the day
When all will rise and sing
And with a shout proclaim
That Jesus is their King
I know there is a promise
And that promise shall always be kept
And every tear that shed
Will one day, one day be swept
There is hope
There is hope
Oh
I can't wait to see the day
When all wickedness is gone
When the war that Jesus won
I
Joshua 1:9
Psalm 27
I came across a little story. At the end, a girl asked Jesus what he
was afraid of. He replied: "Losing you." There was a comment on it how
Since Jesus was perfect, he wouldn't fear anything. Right there, I'd
have to disagree. (Oh, and sorry if I embarrassed the two who wrote them...)
While praying in the garden, Jesus was sweating blood. (Luke 22:44)
Literally or figuratively I don't think this can be interpreted too
many ways. I would say he was downright scared. "Oh, I'm just going to
die a horrible painful death then be utterly alone for the first time
in my very exis
Glory, glory, glory by cereal-in-a-bowl, literature
Literature
Glory, glory, glory
Across the fields of pastures of gold
A highway paved of silken road
Whose hands have sown the virgin seeds
of lilies, daisies, tulips and other things
Delighted is the Preacher's lips
whose psalms reside upon the tip of His fingers
and toes
as He manifests a glorious sight!
Oh Lord indeed Your brilliant mind
have truly delve,
create and twine the taste of sight, touch and sound
upon the soils of the ground
O words in twilight have they hound!
Resisted I- but then I found no temptation have I craved
so much than to kiss Your lips
to feel Your touch
Run Your fingers down my cheeks
O Lord Jesus,
only Your love can satisfy