This poem is intended to be read both from the first line to the last and from the last line to the first.
I have never heard Him say “I love you,” But He wrote it in a Letter, and I have it to this day, and read it often.
Turn us again, O LORD God of hosts, cause Your face to shine, and we shall be saved.
O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
A prayer and praise for God's mercy
The ones who love God most Are those who know without His grace They have no cause to boast.
I wait on Him with confidence that He Protects and guides all that pertains to me.
The end is closer than we think.
My stubborn heart knew no remedy---Black
Lessons learned in the courtroom