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In . . .
In all of my inadequacy I stand, Eyes cast down, chin quavering, salt trails glistening In all of my paucity of soul I come, Weak-willed, straining to have what I want and to do what You want In all of my scarcity of mind that streaks my days with fear and grasping, I hide from the world In all of my insufficiency I kneel, with downcast eyes and open hands, letting go
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Mud beneath the Snow
Snow Every year, Ryan O’Neal, better known as Sleeping at Last, releases a Christmas song for his free Christmas collection. This year it was “Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep” from White Christmas, a dearly loved classic. However, my favourite offering is further down the list, a song simply titled “Snow.” The branches have traded Their leaves for white sleeves All warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe Scarves are wrapped tightly like
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Adventus
Time dawned and chaos was made order, man came alive within a garden’s border, within the garden’s border man died when he disobeyed God and bowed to pride. Darkness and chaos twined the world ’round, but with the curse a promise was found, up would grow a tender young shoot; A King would rise from Jesse’s root. A King would rise like light in the dark, One unbranded by sin’s cruel mark, to free his