“It’s such a gift for someone to tell you the truth, and it’s such a gift for someone to create art with the mess and the chaos and the despair of life, to have turned it into a song, a poem, a nov
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God’s Heaven’s near, a Throne holds sway
Close to creation’s sphere,
And there are places thin, that cry
This is God's world, His Presence near.
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Relationships take time. Experience on experience, Days to months to years.
Investing, spending, building, growing, Some relationships become primary. Perhaps we’re not looking.
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God of the galaxies, greatness and power
God of the child-like, sparrow and flower;
Stoop to our weakness, we are so small
God Who can strengthen, help us stand tall.
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Deep within our historySwelling with the mysteryBreaking forth th' audacious Love of God
Entering that mysteryMaking it our storyHoping in th' audacious Love of God
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Life's autumn falls, dark memories too,
We long to hold the life we knew;
The love, the face we treasured, gone
And death now silences the home.
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There are some things, I like to think, that Mr. Brown does not know about angels. Whether he knows about demons, who can say? Perhaps he has writing demons. Perhaps angels need not apply.
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Ontario winter,
and roots in black soil of century past,
white covered, snow laden.
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