Cold night wore black,
Heaven's stars stood still.
Moon showed a track
Through Winter's chill.
Her urgent cries
Could forests fill
As this lone woman dies.
I still recall
That cold clear night
When I stood tall
Despite the sight
Of falling tears
She could not fight
As she succumbed to fears.
Martyrdom Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord; Lord, hear my plea. O let your ears be open to My cry for your mercy. If you, Lor...
This blog features psalms, poems and hymns, It started as one of my whims. If it helps you to praise Then how blessed is this craze A profitable use of my limbs.
Welsh pastor [born '59] at Childs Hill Baptist, London ['83ff] husband to Eleri ['88ff]; father to 5 sons [b '89-'01]; 4 daughters-in-law ['09ff]; 9 grandchildren ['14ff] author: several books, many blogs.
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