Revealing mysteries
They abound all around
Over stones we will tread
Under our feet and over our heads
Love
Truth
Forgiveness
Mercy
Grace
Falling through our clenched hands
Like single grains of sand
They abound all around
Revealing mysteries…
If only we could see
~Mark Schutter ©2014
Friday night pondering and I find myself needing something more than another pat answer to the struggles of…
The house was dark illuminated by the full moon overhead that would peek out from behind the clouds…
“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh, Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood.” ~The Animals
These words ring so true for me lately. Adrift in a sea of wandering and wondering what is…
Sometimes LOVE is more often heard by what you do than by what you say. So be quiet…
Just this… in spite of the voices in our heads please let us remember that we must continue to,…
Friday night pondering and I find myself needing something more than another pat answer to the struggles of…
The house was dark illuminated by the full moon overhead that would peek out from behind the clouds…
“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh, Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood.” ~The Animals
These words ring so true for me lately. Adrift in a sea of wandering and wondering what is…
Sometimes LOVE is more often heard by what you do than by what you say. So be quiet…
Just this… in spite of the voices in our heads please let us remember that we must continue to,…
Friday night pondering and I find myself needing something more than another pat answer to the struggles of…
The house was dark illuminated by the full moon overhead that would peek out from behind the clouds…
