The storms of life Against me rage, But hide me Lord In Your secret place. I need a refuge From all life's harms, Gather me Lord In Your...

Have you ever had a hard time seeing clearly? A child or baby cries out in the middle of the night, but it's dark and you awaken suddenly...

Strange that I should think of you now All these many years gone by… Standing in front of the mirror Running my hands over my belly...