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  “Deoradhan found no reply to this in his mouth. He stood before the stone altar, helpless, feeling his heart thud against his ribs. As t...

How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer’s ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the...

Beauty in the night air and the wind is scented with the perfume of leaves. Wind of the heavens, the stars fall ...

Search me, O God, and know my heart Try me, and know my anxieties And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlast...

My adolescent sticky-fingered hands clung to the juicy peach. The old car rattling beneath us, we sped towards Plymouth, th...

“God is not dead, not doth He sleep . . .” -H.W. Longfellow Night is coming. The pounding of door after door, the closing. Th...

Softly, My eyes gaze over the glad, rushing brook, Dancing merrily, gaily through the forest. How happy the smooth s...