This life a river, running fast O’er my heart, a calloused stone. Troubles seem like waters, vast Rushing with the goal to hone. ~ Wake me up, let waters flow. Move me so that I give in. Use this river and do show Where I stray and where I sin. ~ Mold my cold and stony heart Into the shape you have it be. I know pain will have a part For my heart to be set free. ~ Put in me, o God, your heart. Help me… Read more River →
I need to make a confession. I LOVE MY CHURCH! There is not a day that goes by, that I don’t have some contact with someone from my church. Don’t… Read more An Allegory for the Church →
Come walk with me into the night. Come to the fields with me. No man-made glitz, no city lights Taint tired eyes to see. Some say that all this grandeur… Read more Come with Me →
Again, we find ourselves staring at endless needs. Here in the deep waters and floods of pain, we learn to say yes to Jesus and to one another. He takes… Read more A Disciple’s Empty Hands →
