We saved the babies of the eighties
thinking they would be collectible items
worth a fortune in the future.
Now needing to hear myself in order
to open the tight jar
of seed I lift my hands to Him in praise,
and mountains move.
Short stories, poetry, and excerpts of God's healing
We saved the babies of the eighties
thinking they would be collectible items
worth a fortune in the future.
Now needing to hear myself in order
to open the tight jar
of seed I lift my hands to Him in praise,
and mountains move.