I wear these scars like open doors, Not hidden wounds...

I’ve measured life in open hands, Yet weighed it by...

I stand in the quiet, unfinished frame, Timbers of doubt...

I’ve held my tongue behind my teeth, And found my...

We’re not copies on a factory line, God made us...

Another candle flickers bright, Another year, another light. A circle...

We are threads in holy fabric, woven by the Master’s...

O mind, O tender garden gate, Where seeds of thought...

I’ve prayed the prayer, I’ve shed the tears, I’ve walked...