My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
The little tree
In a sun scorched land far away,There were trees, little treesWithered, sprangly, and dearth.There were no big trees in this earth.You see, the rain did not come nor did the…
The Gospel is for the believer – Part 9
We fight by faith “Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress my…
