The Day that Death Died By Michaela W. By one of His own, He was betrayed, One who, by silver’s ring, was swayed, He was led away, His hands bound and tied, On the day that death died. Spit upon and falsely accused, He was whipped, beaten – horribly abused, Before Pilate of Rome, He was questioned and tried, On the day that death died. Led through the streets full of mocking and scorn, A burden on His back, on… Read more »
When the ocean waves crash over and over and over and breathing is impossible, When fog as thick as glue conceals everything around and the sun is invisible, hidden behind the clouds. When the crickets stop chirping and the birds stop singing, And the rain starts pouring and the floods start rising. When the unthinkable happens, and I don’t have words to express immense grief and confusion. All hope seems lost. And as the rain pours the questions start flooding… Read more »
Sometimes people leave. Sometimes by their own choice or by a family decision. Sometimes people just switch schools or move to a completely new town or even a new state. Sometimes people wish they could stay, they just can’t right now. They have to go away. Maybe this time apart is a season. A season that will last a few months, or maybe it will be several years before they move back nearby. Maybe this friendship will be long distance… Read more »
