Where are you going to spend eternity?
A gospel song written by a mailman and carried by thousands of other voices.
If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next.
The Lord Jesus speaks her name, and immediately Mary recognizes Him and is comforted.
My stubborn heart knew no remedy---Black
We did not know this would be a special day until it came.
Welcome to my neck of the woods. I'm so glad you came!
Almost everything is temporary: rain and rainbows, childhood and old age, fireworks and sunsets, laughter and tears, but today I want to talk about tents.
Peek into the barrel of a gun, down a tall staircase, and into heaven...
Weep not, dear ones, for I’m not there
In casket cold or graveyard bare.
I’ve gone to higher country where
My Savior did a home prepare
For me and others everywhere
Who trusted Him with all their care.