Category: At Home In Him
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The Resurrection of Mary
In the early hours, when the sky split between night and dawn, she rose, feet brushing the dust of old paths that knew her grief…
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The Prodigal Son
He left, not for freedom, but for a longing he could not name, a hunger deeper than bread, a thirst no well could quench…
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Home is Where the Heart is
It was when I was two months gone That my mum called me To ask how I’m getting along “I’m fine,” I said “I’m just on my way home” Hope and unbelief in her voice “Oh, darling, you’re coming home?”
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On Being Found Bared In the Darkness Alone Under the Grasping Tree
I have no one but You I am alone and scared Bared By my own sin and the sin of others Exposed in the darkness…
