Others, Poetry, Prophecy

The Rising

I see oil Trickling down Like droplets of rain In a storm a-rising I see Him- Potter Molding the clay to His will Drawing the hearts of fathers to himself Finding the lost and healing the broken I see fire Spreading relentlessly Through the hearts of men Like dry leaves in harmattan I see the… Continue reading The Rising

For Love, Poetry

HIs Heartbeat, Her Pulse.

Dear Abba, One too many compromises later, my life is unattractive. I'm constantly walking in defeat, and living below Your standards. How can you love me still? Dear Child, I love you unconditionally, My trip to Calvary covered it all. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then you would know that I… Continue reading HIs Heartbeat, Her Pulse.