Questions & Answers

The peace, the peace is so worth the struggle against futile human reasoning. Besieged by worldly ideals, I searched for morality, clarity, hardly expecting joy, much less bliss, as final reward.

I'm in great need. Please tell me plainly what your pastor says.

I can't ever fall out of His hand, out of His plan established for me so perfectly. I am engraved upon the palms of His hands.

I felt no tender love for my antagonist. My thoughts were dark as they ran around in self-defense.

My heart And voice Sing Praise unto Life Unconfined. Free From bonds I sing Of mirrored likeness Brighter than the sun.

Where is home? Is it lost in the heart's sad memory, a sanctuary taken by material change? Can you damage it, abuse it, lose it— or can it be seen indestructible? I had a house, sunny and glad, that then was shaken, taken out of helpless human hands. But I found a promise there, beautifully guarded.

I hear the song of Soul. A quiet phrase, so pure and clear, above all earthly noise, stirs my slumbering sense and points to higher ways.

Our God was at our side by night and day, shelt'ring, giving, loving, night and day He'd made a covenant with us; which covenant we broke, though better husband simply can't be found. We played the harlot; yet He cried, "Return again to Me!" There's promise that our city shall be made of sapphires, agates—gems with colors fair, and great shall be the peace of children there.

"Jesus knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, .

God's day is a perfect day! No pressure, fearing, limitation Can claim my path, to say Unto me I am joyless, Without God. Such a perfect day ! Beginning with prayer Wings my morning upward Past song, sermon—heavenward.