Posted by: alleigh on: April 12, 2009
I wonder what it was like to be in the crowd to lavish Jesus’ dead body with various burial spices. Filled with sorrow on the garden path to the tomb. Tears. Muffled whispers. Fears of how to reach the body. Who would move the huge stone? Sunlight gently reaching the dew washed grass and colorful [...]
Posted by: alleigh on: March 4, 2009
Beautiful Father no one compares to You You are exalted above yet so often I pursue worthless things You never leave me You hear me when I call Caught in the middle of a loving embrace I am overwhelmed by You, Beautiful Father.
