When I was a boy, I thought going to sea was a great adventure that would be good fun. I would spend hours watching the ships come and go out of Whitby Harbor
“So I looked, and behold, a pale horse. And the name of him who sat on it was Death, and Hell followed with him...” —Revelation 6:8a I draw near to the Light.
When the shadows grew long, I fell in a field and buried my face in the dirt. My sleep I gave to lengthen the days, My muscles to run through walls, My brain
She will never understand how a heart that bleeds every day Can find the air to love And the strength to bleed again tomorrow.
What would I learn if I had not begun The journey on this dark and crooked path? God possesses joy and also wrath, And on this horrid day I feel but one. My