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| 6651. | Stored Up by Raymond A. Foss | |
Like manna, provided in the desert
the people instructed, told to get just enough
When they hoarded, more than was needed
the excess turned to mo... |
| 6652. | Frozen Play by Raymond A. Foss | |
Thick with the stillness
heavy with frost
the swings, the benches, the playground
the children, oblivious, commotion
jockeying, laughing
the sc... |
| 6653. | Powerful by Raymond A. Foss | |
He stood alone
or seemingly so
on the battlefield
the giant before him
Powerful, David,
the shepherd
standing on the plain
the Lord by h... |
| 6654. | spiritually healed by Raymond A. Foss | |
a balm is my Lord
a remind of his care
no matter the physical pain,
spiritually healed,
my future assured
by the loving hand of God
Novemb... |
| 6655. | Believing the Psalmist by Raymond A. Foss | |
In his heart of hearts
the holy of holies of his soul
he did not trust the Lord;
in himself alone
Gathering in, ever more
when he should be sha... |
| 6656. | Eyes of the Psalmist by Raymond A. Foss | |
The rich man blind, unable to see
the world through the eyes of the psalmist
trusting instead the things of the earth
his prestige, his wealth, h... |
| 6657. | Faith like the Psalmist by Raymond A. Foss | |
unlike the rich man
who trusted in himself
his ability to store for a rainy day
gathering in things of this earth
hoarding when he should give
... |
| 6658. | Our Cups Overflowing by Raymond A. Foss | |
Not our barns, our silos;
our cups overflowing
with the bounty, the gifts of the Lord
God’s provision more than enough
an abundance of grace t... |
| 6659. | Primrose Berries by Raymond A. Foss | |
above the bramble
at the edge of the wood
wet, morning, brilliant
the cranberry, the color
drawing my eyes
Primrose berries,
calling me to th... |
| 6660. | The Spirit Within by Raymond A. Foss | |
Within our shells,
the mortal frame
within which the spirit lives
the hand, the breath
the living God
dwelling within us still
Ever, since the... |
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