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Perchance the end is nigh
And I see freedom up ahead
Cleaner shores, and wilder winds
And quiet, by and by

a poem by Debra Spencer

The courtroom walls are bare and the prisoner wears
a plastic bracelet, like in a hospital. Jesus stands beside him.
The bailiff hands the prisoner a clipboard and he puts his
thumbprint on the sheet of white paper. The judge asks,

What is your monthly income? A hundred dollars.
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Based on Joshua 23:14Sitting in the silence, it is easy to believe ( Read more... )

Touch me now, sweet Shepherd
And cool this heated brow
Sing to me Your love songs
They entrance me even now

Touch me now, sweet Shepherd
And draw me from the cold
Breathe in me deep whispers
To soothe this ruffled soul

Touch me now, sweet Shepherd
This prayer my offering
Lost in Your wide brightness
Your smile makes me to sing

When my world within
These four walls is quiet
And no force from without can come in

I sit here alone
And ponder the fact
That the outside at times is the in

My eyes stray across
The dark skyline yonder
As dusk seems to swallow up doubt

And quiet within
My shell of repose
I lie down near Jesus, the King