Poems

At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow, every tongue confess Him King of glory now; ’tis the Father’s pleasure we should call him Lord, who from the beginning was the might Word. Humbled for a season to receive a name from the lips of sinners unto whom he came, faithfully he bore it, […]

Who is there when I’m feeling weak? when I’m down on my knees? when I’m barely speaking “please”? Who is there when I feel all alone? when I’m lost in my own home? when all I can do is moan? Who is there for me even though I don’t return the favour? even though I