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Worship leaders start early with some creative tools to enhance your Christmas worship. Here is a simple reading that contrasts the Christ’s Birth and Crucifixion. Works great as an introduction to a song. Reader #1: Mankind had wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, Reader #2: And now they stripped him. Reader #3: Wise men had sought Him, to worship more »
Movement 1 Small and deep from Ocean’s breeze The beast and birds, grass and trees God’s great creation- verse libre’ The divine grace, and soul commision The lonesome wish for one decision The burning of the wasteland Sinks to shores of tumultuous consequence And in the storms, slicing through the soul Fear, love, wounds, doubt more »
Hope and mercy shine through the threshold of love everlasting The eyes of ever born grace Just a touch As she crawls through the mass of shuffling feet and the cacophony of voices. Eternity kisses the distance between normal and divine. Speaks the woman: I have heard of you. I don’t ask for your embrace and yet more »
flesh and blood do not make manhe is wildly and ever alivenever ambivalent or fleeting when fire and flood collide.Man bids farewell to the shifting steps of boyhood. His ancient blood leads him not into abundant whims and brief adulationbut a man is daring in times of sudden catastrophic overturehe rarely counts the costs of selfhe more »
There is a mysterious peace when you have been left with only Jesus. when there is desolation and pain— when the burden is greater than you thought you could bear— when the darkness gathers around you— even after goodbyes are said— He is the faithful friend who is ever beside you when all others forsake more »
if you asked what happened here my reply brief and sure would be: i tasted loneliness and found it pleasing. i dreamed of God and washed the floors. i listened to nothing and everything that surrounded it. i swam at midnight and watched the moon gazing over the louisiana clouds. i wailed and no one more »
I don’t know your journey. But as for me, I needed radical salvation. I needed a Warrior that could battle through the jungles of flesh. I needed a Savior who would run through the firestorms of catastrophic thoughts. One who would withstand the galloping wildebeests of my vain ambition. One who would swim the channels more »
There is so much more to YouThe ways of mystery and hiddennessThe pain of testing like the threshing of the wheat.The crowning of each day with the setting sunThe movement of the windThe waves of seaAnd yet the greatest joy of my lifeWorthless as I so often amis this:You know me Every part of me more »