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The Daily Grind
Waiting Watching Willing Wondering Waning Weakening Wavering Worrying Withdrawing Weeping Wanting Welcoming Walking Worshipping Writing.
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Uneven Exchange
Sitting in the dark I listen intently To the voice I’d forgotten Long ago. He’s unraveling The tangled mess of me: Working to displace my voice With His own. He picks me back up And turns my face … Continue reading
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Moment by Moment
Moment by Moment By Tim Russ It was a moment. Only a moment of weakness. He was so appealing. I could not resist his beauty. I fell into his arms, so strong, so alluring. We became one and I was … Continue reading
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Tagged accusers, choice, condemnation, deliverer, fear, forgiveness, Jesus, joy, love, renewal, repentance, sin
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Laughter of Freedom
Laughter of Freedom By Tim Russ Laugh, dance, and giggle with glee as you let your spirit be free. Enjoy the sky, feel the rain, taste the snow, be a kid again. Touch your heart, forget your brain, leave behind … Continue reading
Mother Knows
Mother Knows By Tim Russ My stomach swells, I look so fat, The baby grows within. I must be strong, Keep holding on, The time will soon begin. I’ll hold him close, I’ll make the most, Of his time here … Continue reading
Star Bright
Star Bright By Tim Russ The star shines bright. The night sky pales. Announcing Christ, Salvation unveiled. It calls the angels, Decrees the time, Exposes man, To Godly shine. A child is born, To set us free; Born for you, … Continue reading
I Miss Him!
Dark and drooling it slides over me and I watch the fog appear, lack of light dread of night and I am there. Tears of sadness overwhelm me as I sift through the madness, bleating for an anchor in the … Continue reading
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Winter’s Dance
White winter blanket covering the ground. Swirling and whirling as it comes down; Shifting and drifting to winter’s dance; Children watching as in a trance. Traffic all creeping as on they go; Slipping and sliding through winter’s snow. Streets now … Continue reading
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ANGELS THAT SAY HOLY
As the anointing gives further clarification, we realize that there is such a depth of communication, that HOLY, HOLY, HOLY is in essence, merely denoting the language that is being spoken. Continue reading
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A HOLY FIGHTING MACHINE
As we look toward the distant horizon, our minds say NO WAY. But deep down in our hearts, we are determined not to stray. Our perception has not always been this keen. In fact, we have not always been this … Continue reading
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GOD IS NOT JUST LOVE
Just as the wind blows and cannot be seen, God speaks to people and He is not heard. When something is blown, then we see where the wind has been. When a Christian listens, God will confirm His Word. How … Continue reading
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