


Sins are repeated, And God always exchanges up, Healing broken hearts. ~Mark Schutter ©2014 Poetry post #28 of…
Hot sand clings to my face A scorching wind blows unceasingly As dry as this forgotten land Dusty…
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights,…
Love at first sight A beacon across the cold night Two hearts held tight …
Have you ever been presented with an opportunity or given an invitation that you absolutely know with every…