When I say, “I am a Christian” When I say, “I am a Christian” I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”I’m whispering, “I get lost!That’s why I chose this way”. When
First Sunday In Lent “Angel of wrath! why linger in mid-air, While the devoted city’s cryLouder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, Thy full-charged vial standing by?”Thus, with stern
Good morning Church, It is a beautiful yet cool day in God’s creation! Today I would like to share with you a Christmas poem on love. May this poem inspire