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Crowell wrote over 35 books of poetry, as well as stories for children and religious devotionals. [2] Lee Mero illustrated several of her children’s books. Her Songs for Courage went into twenty-five printings. She continued writing until she was 86 years old. God's Masterpieces, a devotional book was her last published work before her death.
My strength is as the strength of ten Because my heart is pure. (lines 1–4) As the poem continues, Galahad is able to experience a vision that is preceded by a sound: [2] When down the stormy crescent goes, A light before me swims, Between dark stems the forest glows, I hear a noise of hymns: Then by some secret shrine I ride;
In the poem “Painted Tongue,” Byas writes: “We twist and turn in the mirror,/ my mother and I becoming each other,/ her bruises and scars passed down,/ family heirlooms that will take/ me ...
"Footprints," also known as "Footprints in the Sand," is a popular modern allegorical Christian poem. It describes a person who sees two pairs of footprints in the sand, one of which belonged to God and another to themselves. At some points the two pairs of footprints dwindle to one; it is explained that this is where God carried the protagonist.
She started composing religious poetry, and became “a renowned writer across the Christian world.” Her popular poems include He Giveth More Grace and Christmas Carols, which were published in Christian Endeavour World and Sunday School Times. [1] [7] Flint passed away on 8 September 1932.
Last year, Latta's family welcomed a new son just in time to show him the Thankful Pumpkin tradition. Nathan, 11, wrote the things he was grateful for in Chinese, his native language. (Courtesy of ...
God being with thee when we know it not. " It is a beauteous evening, calm and free " is a sonnet by William Wordsworth written at Calais in August 1802. It was first published in the collection Poems, in Two Volumes in 1807, appearing as the nineteenth poem in a section entitled 'Miscellaneous sonnets'.
A mighty fortress is our God, A sword and shield victorious; He breaks the cruel oppressor's rod And wins salvation glorious. The old satanic foe Has sworn to work us woe. With craft and dreadful might He arms himself to fight. On earth he has no equal. No strength of ours can match his might We would be lost, rejected. But now a champion comes ...