Warm Throat
Trees beside steady waters ever in season, are your hearts abiding in Words that formed mountains nations, and men…
January 29, 2010Trees beside steady waters ever in season, are your hearts abiding in Words that formed mountains nations, and men…
January 29, 2010You, oh men of religion are a leaning wall a tottering fence not hearing because of unbelieving and not…
January 12, 2010I just read a jaw-dropping poem, written by the son of John Piper. Follow the link below and read…
September 30, 2009I’ll to his gracious feet approach whose sceptre mercy give. Perhaps he may command me “Touch!: and then the…
September 13, 2009Slow and strong, like light from stars is the way you’ve formed my soul; in cold, wide world where…
August 18, 2009We have hope like clouds over mountains in a world of flatlands where nothing ever moves As our joy,…
July 21, 2009Law, say the Gardeners, is the sun. When you rise first with the dawn you know what is to…
July 21, 2009I am the withered hole, old and vacant of the composed leisure and titillating, romantic atmosphere of the invulnerable…
July 12, 2009