For our sins Messiah was crucified, He carried the cross and in agony died, But our God made a way, for after three days, Christ arose and heaven broke wide.
{saturday}
So still, and so silent, as the grave,Hope feels lost, our Lord has been slain.Will this grief abate?A voice says, “Wait-““My promise to rise still remains.”
At the End.
My Grandma has told stories about her 8th birthday for years. A whole crowd of family and friends had gathered in the Rissacher home in upstate New York to celebrate. Gram was in a pretty dress, they’d bought a cake for the occasion and it was a snowy, sunshiney day. Amid the festivities, at around …
{these storms}
this rain has been unyieldingthese storms have been heavyday after day they uproot and shiftand alter and abolisheverything that felt safeMy heart is growing coldand I am tired of these cloudsbut my love won’t let me drown in the sea these storms have causedHe won’t let me trip on the piles of wreckagethey continue to …