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Bloody drool lands on dry gravel so close to my face. My crackled voice mutters for mercy.
By Valkyr Xadia
A poem about the Archangel Hariel.
By Annarose 86
Something my uncle asked me to write for my grandmother
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
If you didn't read the original, good luck understanding this prequel. I guess it's not totally incomprehensible without it, but still.
This is like the only thing I've written that I will openly say is actually kind of decent. Depends on your standards May warrant two readings.
By Rebirth Effect
Facing the Devil, fear, and torture in an hour long Hellride through the spiritual world.
I would walk through hell or whatever it takes to be with you again. I love you
By Kimberly Adams
Marci is all ready for the partying lifestyle of college. But what she does not expect is a shy Christian roommate and no invites to parties. Desperate, Marci goes to church just for something to do. Once at church, Marci learns that not all roads lead to Heaven.
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this when I was 10 years old. Now all these years later I understand what it means...
Chronos is coming
By Lady Jewells
My 95 year old Mom's broken hip was healed in less than 30 days! PRAISE GOD!
Are we really the lucky ones?
Poetry | Updated Mar 19, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Amanda Farmer
Author, Amanda Farmer, shares the story of her family's relocation to Minnesota, from Pennsylvania, and the subsequent challenges they face as farmers, a family, and Mennonites. This memoir chronicles the years of struggle as Amanda and her younger brother Joseph seek to escape their father's...
By Lady Jewells
Decided to step forward and let the spirit in me Breathe.. To be so loving and positive is a blessing that comes from walking with Spirit.
Essay | Updated Mar 17, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book,
LORD Father thank you because you are King. You have everything under control and my iniquities are under your feet. You hide me from injustice. You show me Your majestic presents in the mist of my transgressions; from a callow boy to a mature man. LORD You have engraved me with your Word and...
Poetry | Updated Mar 17, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0