A Poem While Awaiting Execution
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
January 27, 2020
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But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Son, your wife you shall not chide, nor call her by no vile name, for she that shall lie by your side, to call her wicked, it is your shame.
The Church has long found poetry to be the best means for speaking of and celebrating this great mystery of the two natures of Christ.
My friend, the things that do attain the happy life be these, I find…
As Christians, we educate our children so that they will learn to despise the fool’s gold of earth and store up treasures in heaven.
