lonesome heart |
Oh weary heart of mine,Is there ever a Truth for thee?Will ever a sun outshineBut the sun that shines on me?Away, away through the airThe clouds and the leaves are blown;And my heart hath need of pra...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:49:00 GMT |
daughter of the King |
Oh, and that crown you are wearing & there are no bobby pins to hold it in place, so you must not let anyone get you to put your head down in shame cuz its gonna slide right down the front of your fa...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 11:03:00 GMT |
herstory |
Women's history is written infreehand beading on buckskinjackets, patterns of even stitchesthrough patches and carded wool,loops of cotton crocheted into lace.It follows rules of even rowsof vegetabl...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 18:02:00 GMT |
the night shift |
Shew me wherefore thou contendest with me." Job 10:2Perhaps, O tried soul, the Lord is doing this to develop thy graces. There are some of thy graces which would never be discovered if it were not fo...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 18:12:00 GMT |
thundersnow |
It is to be noted that the Kings children always have the Kings ear. What a place of safety is ours when we know we can apply to Him at any time, in any place and in any circumstance& and if these...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 20:05:00 GMT |
busy season at the hopeworks |
"O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urnOf death! Far sooner in midsummer tireThe streams than under ice. J...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 10:17:00 GMT |
tender Majesty touch my heart |
The shadows fell o'er Bethlehem, and o'er the waiting world And darkness gathered 'round the shepherds biding in the fields When in a moment song and splendor rent the skies above And the night was f...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 12:25:00 GMT |
comfort and joy |
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;But let it whistle as it will,We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Sir Walter Scott
When skies were blue and hearts were gay,We wandered in the prime of ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 20:25:00 GMT |
fae |
Fairy snow, fairy snow,Blowing, blowing everywhere,Would that IToo, could flyLightly, lightly through the air. - Sara Teasdale
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 16:31:00 GMT |
a Christmas babys plea |
I was born the week before Christmas. A lot of people who were born at this time know the unusual effects this has on a birthday. Presents are morphed into birthday-slash-Christmas offerings. Th...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 02:08:00 GMT |
