My Grace, I Bow Before Thee Now

My Cup Runneth Over Your Grace My Lord, Your Grace, be engraven upon my knees, hands and face.I do not dwell upon Thy grief, but to find mine own hallowed relief.My heart shines now, I do adore and bow, causing my wool to be exquisite white.Thy life in mine, I humbly vow, My Grace, Thou... Continue Reading →

Mothers, Irreplaceable Homemakers

Zion Mother I have been loved so very much. My Mother has a special touch. I have cherished feelings growing up. My Mother loves me, I am her son. Her family knows her, As a nurturer of the divine art, Whose gentle hands and words, Come from her living heart. She has a heart of... Continue Reading →

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