O Faith

Hebrews 11:17-22 poetry Ancient in kind, From our forefathers. Stories preserved, There you are. At my fingertips, Available… O faith.,, Abraham, Could see beyond, Death into, The eyes of GOD. With faith that God would move to raise the dead…. O faith… He knew that faith Was at his fingertips, Available, Even in testing. OContinueContinue reading “O Faith”

Crimson Tides

Crimson Tides A Stephens The blood of the martyrs turns the oceans red, The souls of the righteous cry out. The waves rise in rage over graves of injustice, The slain of the cross REFUSE to die! Yea- Lord Jesus! Yea- Lord Jesus! You have Shaken the lives, From – The crimson tides! The heavensContinueContinue reading “Crimson Tides”