His We did not create ourselves He hath made us; He is our creator We are not the center of our own world  …

  Silent Need   With God’s glory around me I find deep in my soul: a longing, a seeking, a need to be whole. To…

  Forgiveness Heaved by the seething lake, Rising with each rippling flex Of its restlessness, Then diving, Smashing into the next, I sweat my faith …

  Bread of Life   Murmurs ripple through the crowd. What kind of Messiah is this? Eat His flesh, drink His blood? Some scornfully mutter, He…

  Unchanging Light 2 Corinthians 9:15   Overwhelmed by winter’s hard, withered hand, aspen, oak, and elm stand gray-haired and naked in a leafless stupor…

The Reward   I buried my talent, I burned my lamp, waiting.   I fed myself and drank; I kept my clothing, didn’t visit. Alone,…