I liked the old paths, when Moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And...
I did not know His love before, the way I know it now. I could not see my need for...
In the Garden of Gethsemane Six precious words were born A Father’s gift, from up on high To soothe a...
I write this letter to my unborn child from the depths of my soul. You’ve entered my womb and made...
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the...
I. Who follows Jesus shall not walk Read the Gospel In darksome road with danger rife; But in his heart...
VatopaidiFriend: “The Dream of the Rood (=Cross)” is a wonderful Old English poem written in the 8th century (before the...
A boat that travels, the Holy Mountain In the monasteries it guards precious beauties and in the foundations many sweats...
