Behind the radio’s altar light The hurried talk to God goes on: Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, Produce our lives beyond this night, Open our eyes again to ...

sweet wind of eternity Spirit lilywhite scent; I have longed to slip beyond the shores of postmodernity within your silver halls to lay me on the naked ground a...

my smile fades as the night bleeds on. my strength fails midway from dusk to dawn. my grip loosens as the day drags on. my eyes fail when this life adds up... s...

In a place deeper than my mind drifting along a river, calm dwells a Hero, so real and so alive Who sought and who also did find my soul amidst confusion, lost ...