The Traitor’s Freedom
Julius stood at the edge of the river. As he looked across the water’s edge, he could see the golden rays of the sun slowly sinking behind the clouds. The last sunset, he thought. And such a sunset!
The Mystery
That I should carry, The Messiah; the One who had created me, Was more, Than I could fathom or assimilate.
If I Sung
If I sang like a nightingale...
The Quintessence of Love
The quintessence of love manifested in the saving of sinners.
So Dark a Night
A poem by Leah G. A beautiful reflection on Christ' sacrifice for us.