/ louis gander
There are flowers and then there are flowers...
The harvest is plenty with laborers few but these are the souls that we need to get to.
If claim, you are, a zombie not, who wanders aimlessly, then follow quick that still, small voice and Heaven you will see.
Dusk To Dawn
Have you ever been awake all night, standing outdoors, peering at the Heavens, thinking, praying, listening- and then see the sky start to brighten with the morning sun?
But were the tears that Jesus shed from just the pain He bore? Or were the tears that soaked His face from something even more?
These Humble Words
My Lord and Savior, hear my heart- a heart that can't ignore, Your love that chased me all my life and proved to be much more...
From Where I Sit
Up on the high majestic hill stands one great mighty oak, that seems to mimic something else -a world of prideful folk.