Flee to the King

My life, a lie, I can not find a hold,  So now I keep on falling down and down.  This pit way down so deep, so lost, so cold.  I dare not want to find my hope so drowned.  But never know Thy love so kind and dear,  To keep on working, running through this … Continue reading Flee to the King

A Place

Of kings and of beggars, Of black and of white, Of sinners all different, Tied together in Christ. Of gathering in the Word, Of devotion and song, Of prayer and reflection And knowing our wrong. Of experiencing salvation, Of giving great thanks Of desiring to serve In God’s holy ranks. Of seeing new parents Bring … Continue reading A Place

In Memoriam

“Footprints in the Sand” is my favorite poem. This work, which is usually attributed to Mary Stevenson from sometime in the late 1930s, has always held a special place for me. It once hung beside the stairwell of my grandparents’ house, hung by a string nailed to the wall with one spindly stud, and the … Continue reading In Memoriam