Bedtime Ritual Aug14 Sunlight yawns and sighing, dons a cloudy negligée, Tired trees tucked by the breeze fold leafy limbs to pray; Sky surveys through rainbow haze as God turns out the light, Day descends, and as she bends, she kisses me goodnight. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Tucked into the Root of Jesse Jan20 Tucked into the Root of Jesse, Anchored there by wooden grain; Feeding on the bark of crosses, Nourished by the Saviour’s vein. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...