Victorious The grass was plentiful and dry, the wind and fire came, wild and high. It was Satan’s playground, The place he found. “Oh, the church, I’ll show him and burn it today.” Oh, but Jesus was there, tall and firm and said, “No, no, this is where my people come to pray. Stay away, […]
Poem: That life may abound
It is nearly impossible to miss you when you break
The silence of the night, lighting my path with
The brightness of a new day, springing forth
For me your newness and ever freshness of the day
