He Lives (by: Jill Lemming) He came to earth to give us hope, for years, He felt our pain... then the Father called Him home, to be joined with Him again. continue reading
Her Death And After (by: Thomas Hardy) 'Twas a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter night, and sought a gate-- The home, by Fate, Of one I had long held dear. continue reading
Herein Is Love (by: Judith Bronte) Rescued from the dunghill, sad wretch as I, Cleaned and He dressed me, for my sins He died. continue reading
Heretics All (by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)) Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea, You never shall have good words from me. Caritas non conturbat me. continue reading
High Road, The (by: Jill Lemming) When faced with life's uncertainties we have a choice to make... we can suffer with anxiety or choose what road we take. continue reading
