Look into my face
When there are no tears left to cry When there are no words left to debate When your brook Cherith has run bone dry When
When there are no tears left to cry When there are no words left to debate When your brook Cherith has run bone dry When
I was there my child When rejection raised it’s ugly head You were so very young The circumstances weren’t of your making Yet you were
Where do you come from? I am a little higher than the apes I evolved from some very hi-tech medieval slime What are you doing
Let’s us go to the Bible and see what God’s word says: Revelations 4:11: “Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and
God is on the move again. This time – outside the walls of His church. Striking proofs, many witnesses drawing public attention with tangible evidence
Walking that mile necessitates a strong allegiance A singular love for the Lord Jesus Learning to travel the road of suffering Knowing it is for a
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