It’s hard to know where the seed of bitterness began Perhaps before the dawn of man When an angel of light, Heaven’s delight Wasn’t satisfied with reflecting someone else’s might.
He Will Never Know Defeat
In a culture of stark cynicsim and impossible statues, He pulled the rug out from under of the palaces of religion. His hands were busy in the workhouse of mercy. His eyes turned toward the desperate. His feet stepped toward the outcast. His voice uttered grace and truth. Every step was questioned by those in more »