Rejoice in the day you were born....
All I need is found in Jesus.
This week's poem is dedicated to a dear friend.
O Love Divine! that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear....
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.