Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
"Wash me, and dry these bitter tears, O let my heart no further roam, ’Tis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears. Long since—O call Thy wanderer home; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide."
Written in January 2021 In the hours after my daughter’s birth, I saw a little blessing from God. Not only did I get to hold my daughter, but I was given a little comfort knowing that my daughter knew me and trusted me. She was being held by someone in the room and started crying. …
“Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when …
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