I do not want to be made white like snowWhich covers and conceals there still belowThe dark and dirt of this our hard-packed earth;It blankets

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I do not want to be made white like snowWhich covers and conceals there still belowThe dark and dirt of this our hard-packed earth;It blankets
Plowing the streets was necessary,But it leaves me, though safer, sad.In that unblemished blanket from heaven’s stores,I saw for the first time, at last,The gleaming,
Several of my Advent poems have been published by Agape Review, a newer Christian literary journal. Below is a link to one that has really
My troubled soul shall magnify the LordWhose glory proves through my humiliation.May it be unto me according to his wordFor the promised hope of this,
The “wounded surgeon” works while I’m awake And only by compassion does not break The heart which beat so steady yet so dead While severed
I struggle with scripture memorization; however, turning it to English poetry helps me recall the passage and concept with better clarity. “The wise of heart