His Pen in My Hand

Amidst an awesome beauty, High upon a rocky steep, Traveled lone and weary pilgrim Who’d left ease and comfort sweet. Hard the su...

Candle in the window Softly glowing on the snow, Dancing flame reflecting From the pane with gentle glow. Flickers warmly marchin...

Oh, the longing, how it pines For a prince so charming! While my peers do find their bliss I am still but wondering. The tender a...

Through the treetops, o’re the hills Flooding lowest vale, There rang a message loud and clear And reached each servant’s trail. ...

Two small crabs were once confined Within a narrow space, The one said to the other, “Let us flee this dreary place.” The one ste...

The Book was worn and tattered, Its pages stained and torn, The binding that had held it tight By time and use was shorn. For many ...

(II Thessalonians 1:3-5) A token, just a token, Yet no man can fain replace; A small symbol of things celestial, That we ought but ...