I am the king of the jungle I am a very majestic animal I live in groups called a pride Consisting mainly of females and
I see your pain I can only pray That your healing will descend From the Heavenlies And that you will arise With the resurrection power of
( This poem was inspired from the fact that the following verse, II Chronicles 7:14, is so often misquoted. The phrase in bold is often
( This poem was inspired from the fact that the following verse, II Chronicles 7:14, is so often misquoted. The phrase in bold is often
My sheep hear my voice But this lamb knows Mine I know I can trust her To go that extra mile To smile that extra
Nature’s seasons are flamboyant: Winter’s white stillness And Spring’s cherry blossom, Summer’s tranquillity, And Autumn’s golden shade. Spiritual seasons are divinely appointed: The cold silence
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