Jesus asked the blind man, what can you see? Before his eyes were fully opened, He said men who look like trees. Am I to be likened
Tag: #POETRY
In a world that carries such stench of death, No smell is sweeter than your heavenly breath. Though my sins were as Scarlet, You made them as
In the hollow of his hand, the precious Son stay hidden. Until the Father spoke the command and the living word was bidden. Out from under the
Since thou did baptise me with thy Holy Spirit and Fire, I have never been the same. Rekindle that spark Lord, that burning desire, And fan it
Blessed Man of Sorrows who bore all our grief, In your body on the tree, ‘tween the robber and the thief. Your appearance so marred, ’twas beyond
