Weary. Do You grow weary Lord, Of all my doubts and mumblings When I am suffering Lord? Weary. Do You grow weary Lord, With all the...

I stared in the mirror, tears pouring down my face as I dug around the cabinet looking for a pair of scissors. The hospital bands dug...

Just one touch From the Master’s Hand, And the fever Has to cease. Just one touch From the Master’s Hand, And the captive Are set free....