My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
Trying to figure out my mess, my broken heart, my sin
When I struggle or my heart is broken or I’ve failed or I don’t feel anything at all, I find myself wanting to figure it all out. I rush to…
When I struggle or my heart is broken or I’ve failed or I don’t feel anything at all, I find myself wanting to figure it all out. I rush to…
Adaptation of an earlier poem There she stood clothed, yet nakedBefore Him who looked into herheart.Fire and judgment stirred relentlesslyAnd searched . . . She looked into His eyes and…
By faith we are washed by His word “All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the…