my sorrow high as mount sinai let me see holy throne honoring wounds and blood spilled currently awaiting patiently to see god face to face to destroy power of death
passion for lord turned into growing scourge for archfiend: prayer set up truth in my heart grateful to king of heavens for every trouble happening in my life: humility is the door to grace
tribulations teach us for a lifetime we bear grievous marks of ancestors nobly shaped by toughest battles repairing my personal altar devoid of immorality and commercialism: worship the king while he is here
doing the right thing always no disease afflicts us faith in god of glory who heals where holy passion flows where hearing god's voice is possible o father! pray thee show me such places
The best prayer I ever prayed had enough sin to damn the whole world. John Bunyan Never think to quit My master is my reason to suffer Thank god for his kind grace Fully dependent on god This is my song: His will is mine
life is too transient to sing all praise of our guiding star noting left of love and kindness wild waves and the danger sickening anguish doth prey silence and wisdom go together 'still waters run deep' noise creates delusion
pollution real source of coronavirus no longer visible dewy grass: earth mourns for loss of trees loving the humble and downtrodden faithful to great principles: brighter world
good samaritan with shining glory defeats army of tyrant: will of god makes it happen monster at the door may trigger ww3 doomsday: generosity is what will save earth
nailed body on tree st. francis suffered stigmata: helpless eyewitnesses dance in blue heaven how strongly warbler loves flight mighty winged deity chirps all around