Author name: Mark

How precious is the flow of Jesus’ love,It warms the cold ache of guiltIt softens the heart made hard by

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I turned the pagesUntil I could turn no more,Worn and tornDamp from finger-licking turnsMusty from breathing lifeInto clinging pages At

I clipped a rose from its bushHoping to save its life for mine,I embraced its warm and luscious scentAnd squeezed

1.God plans without human consentHis willHis WordHis works put into effect,Human wisdom does not graspthat even its sturggles and strivingfulfills

I climbed to my heights of gloryMy strength dried up like sun-baked clayMy tongue clung to the roof of my

Last night I finished reading The Fellowship: The Literary Lives of the Inklings, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis,

They did not want the truthSo silence filled their lives They embraced the comfort of lies,And lies wrapped tightly around

Hugging the mountain slopeHand-made houses cling to time,Hand-worked soil and rice paddiesStop the tick of the clockFarmers’ worn hands weave