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| 5781. | Lost Sheep by Raymond A. Foss | | A world turned upside down
searching high and low, for one lost sheep,
for one lost coin, leaving others
to chance, to the wilderness
consuming e... |
| 5782. | The Master’s Palette by Raymond A. Foss | | A blue sky of autumn
Red maple leaves,
frost on the window
rust on the tractor
left too long in the field
sparkles in the sun,
reflecting off th... |
| 5783. | Cold Snap by Raymond A. Foss | | Air a bit cooler,
a bit clearer
brighter blue in the sky
more defined clouds, white
shadows longer
Full oak leaves, blowing in the
fall air, ... |
| 5784. | The Depth of Love by Raymond A. Foss | | The words of the savior
So poignantly describe
The Father, the reconciliation
So amply desired,
In the words of the Son
The Father revealed
Rea... |
| 5785. | Spoken Word by Raymond A. Foss | | The words on the pages,
The assigned words
For the day, often, all too often,
Speak to you, to me,
Answer to pray, speak to, lift weights
From he... |
| 5786. | Putty in His Hands by Raymond A. Foss | | They were like putty
In his hands, transfixed
Watching intently,
The movement of his hands,
Manipulating, molding, changing,
Rechanging the sha... |
| 5787. | One Lost Sheep by Raymond A. Foss | | We are each a precious member
The flock of the shepherd,
One who knows the Master’s voice
Who comes when called
When we are lost, the Shepherd
... |
| 5788. | On the Potter’s Hands by Raymond A. Foss | | Molded, shaped, reshaped
in the potter’s hands,
imperfections worked out,
pulled from the clay,
balance, symmetry,
made useful by his hands,
... |
| 5789. | No Pressure Here by Raymond A. Foss | | A restless group of teens
Gathered around a large circle
Listening to me read the scripture
Nodding at the intent of the writer.
To get the result... |
| 5790. | In the Potter’s Hands by Raymond A. Foss | | I am clay in the potter’s hands
Mold me, shape me, make me
What you will of me
Use me for your purposes
Imbue me with the skills, the spirit
To... |
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