Faith

red pen not in correction     but connection a written revival red letter Bible words of Jesus     may it please us the rule of thumb, among us creative types: write what […]

My eyes peruse the abuse from the tip of an unbeliever’s pen. We shall counter that blade with flaming swords holding back their tide of triumph. The enemy shall not

The least of these beasts, please, twisting under trees, aiming for your Achillies daughter of Eve danger in the dirt just enough until it hurts stock still, stone cold statue

Once, it was foretold that your son would be conceived of a virgin. Come, Lord Jesus. God was silent, for four hundred years, before the birth of your son. Come,

These apparitional jaunts, haunt these halls, taunt these tall tales I tell myself. Face the facts: Paul Bunyan swung his axe still failed to fell the trees. Paul Sheldon, tied

Are the planets in their correct houses to begin this? Something definitely amiss these phases the way you behave is nothing short of bi-polar, maybe baby in a stroller pre-pregnancy

walk on the water fisher of men capsized, baptized in a puddle by the side of the road is enough for shallow me