Behold, A White Horse
In the quiet before the coming storm, in the dark before the first light of morn. Out of…
In the quiet before the coming storm, in the dark before the first light of morn. Out of…
It was a dark and stormy night. A time when writer’s will write deep into the fading light….
Whoa, take me down Into the depths where I might drown For it is only there can I…
Sins are repeated, And God always exchanges up, Healing broken hearts. ~Mark Schutter ©2014 Poetry post #28 of…
What I say What I do Who I am Who I may be It don’t matter to you…
You are light and grace Shining in my blackest night You are light and grace You are hope…
Poem 18 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, based on the prompt of black out or…
Drained to my very inner core, right through to the marrow of my bones. Hiding behind the misinterpreted,…
sins evil repeated fallen stumbles seeking repentance carrying burdens forever through a life of squandered unfulfilled dreams reaching…
It was a beautiful song, that unexpectedly came along. A jagged knife in his heart; is where the…