For God to place Himself in the womb of a willing woman ruled by rules in order to free every enslaved soul has got to… Read More »Advent Day 8. A poem from Galatians 4:4,5
If you’ve ever felt poverty’s cold hand grip the small of your spine you will know how the warm touch of the sun’s hopeful rays… Read More »Advent Day 7. A poem from Isaiah 61:1-4
Put on something nice, for God’s sake. Feel strong in your skin. Ask yourself, how many gods dare judge you blindly and call you beautiful?… Read More »Advent Day 6. A poem from Isaiah 52:1-7
I wonder if the mountains spoke to the valleys agreeing it would be best to meet in the middle. Do you think the desert highways… Read More »Advent Day 5. A Poem from Isaiah 40:3-5
When He sweeps His hand over sea and sand calling scattered found, you’ll hear the tongues of many sons and daughters homeward bound. … Read More »Advent Day 4. A Poem from Isaiah 11:10-16.
You suffer long for this. A lover who feels you beyond five senses. Who takes your riches and pours it out for the poor. Whose… Read More »Advent Day 3. A Poem from Isaiah 11:1-9.
It all ends, you know. Any sun-scarred sailor, bedouin or darkened eye will tell you, it all ends in the light. It all ends. All… Read More »Advent Day 2. A Poem from Isaiah 9:1-7. It All Ends