The Saint Must Walk Alone Loneliness. It comes and it goes. I settles in the middle of the night. Oh! Surely You would know? You, who knelt at the Garden, anguished and alone. Surely, I have to pass through the Garden of my own soul. Pain. It comes and it goes. It settles deep in my heart and soul. Oh! Surely You would know? You, who carried the heaviness of the Cross, Hands and Feet pierced. Surely, I have to let the pierce within. Crowd. They come and they go. Oh! Surely You would know? You, despite the multitudes, your sorrows were unrelieved. Deserted and Friendless. No one knew your Heart. Surely, I, will be a Star that will live Set-Apart.. For the Cross is not a thing of Beauty. Something to be taken so lightly. It is an overpowering, overwhelming and all absorbing entity. It seeks to crucify our old life, hopes and our dreams. Our plans and will set aside, He be Glorified. A life lived not for yourself but for Another. Seeking the Joy and pleasure of the Master. Oh! Sur...
Psalms 45:1 Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet. Write Things at the Write Time. I Read and Write Stories. Reading and Writing For A Living and Living for Reading and Writing. Books, Movies, Music and Anything Under the Moon and Sun. My Prayers, Prose and Poetry