“My Lord Draws Nigh”by D. W. Whittle (1840-1901) The last poem Whittle wrote was composed and dictated a few weeks before his death, during a night made sleepless by intense
Dear GOD: I want to thank You for what you have already done.I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards;I am thanking you right now.I
God’s Love Is Pure As Winters Snow As pure as winters snowGod’s love shines and glowsMelting man’s frozen heartEasing his fears and drying his tears Falling snow covers landAnd God’s