Poems

Escape hatch

You Saylife has closed in on you,your back is to the wall—you're a prisonerwith no place to goat all?

Let! Let!

"Let this mind be in you,which was also in Christ Jesus.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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When I awoke in the morning

When I awoke in the morningand thought of the hours ahead—the deeds to be done,decisions taken,the tumble of words to be said—when I thought of my long day'sjourney into night.

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A Wednesday night

Outside, the rain fell,refreshing the dry grass,replacing the warm air withcool sweet breezes.

Lost and found

Lost?

Noticing miracles

Not just in healings of the sick,and raising of the living dead.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Listening for God

My tongue says, "I can't!"I just sit there and cry.

If I had been Abraham

that fearful day,what would I have thought,what prayed,loading firewood upon the lad—upon my only son?

Expanded view

Once I conceived of here as there,As when instead of now.

A calm so deep

When seas of mortal thought are churned,I often see, floating above tempestuous wave-lashan idea—the possibility conceived of calm—a calm so deep the seas are only whispers now.

O sons! O daughters!

"O Timothy,".

Your place*

As a snake fits its hole,Or a turtle its shell,So there is a placeJust for you as well.