He is the Potter, We, the yielding clay, Drawn from the miry depths, Shaped in His perfect way Sculpted by…
So often, our truest fan stands near, A silent presence, always here. An unseen light along our way, Yet we…
When I diligently consider the deeds of men to search for knowledge under the sun To behold the creation of…
Oh Alabaster Box of Oil Thou art honored above all ointments, More precious than the finest perfumes. Thine oil surpasseth…
On the north side of the town A very close proximity to the seashore There lies a very great house…