Winding staircase building in our hearts;
Up we go, your face we see.
We do not notice, no way back;
The stairs have crumbled, no freedom in the past.
Up, to the stars you take us;
Death lost its sting;
Life with us;
Friend, Savior, Jesus …
B.D.P
A shadow stretches across our land.
In it’s twilight we huddle in fear.
Ideology has become our identity.
Together we huddle in comfort.
We look up to the heavens and wonder why sun does not shine?
Here in Your presence, I come with broken heart, Oh restorer of my soul. I humbly come on my face into Your presence, Glory to the King of Kings, Oh lifter of my head, the lifter of my weary broken heart.
For You alone are Holy, knowing the ache of my heart, how I long to see You, to walk hand in hand on mountain path. To rest in your lap, head on Your chest, letting Your heartbeat drown all noise and worry out. READ MORE
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk? READ MORE
