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. Weep not.
But perhaps the one reason I long for heaven that outshines all other motivation is that I may see...