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  Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105 NRSV

 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.  For by it the elders obtained a good testimony.   By fait...

As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker o...

 The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.  He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the...

  In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.   Th...

"No guilt in life, no fear in death-- This is the pow'r of Christ in me; From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands ...

  "Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons; It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth." Wal...

"Love the moment, and the energy of that moment will spread beyond all boundaries." Aristist Corita Kent (1918-1986)

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes.  So is ev...

Grief Is Like a River by Cynthia G. Kelly My grief is like a river,  I have to let it flow, But I myself determine just...

    "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any po...

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of thi...

1 Corinthians 13:2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that ca...

Isaiah 66:12 For this is what the Lord says:  "I will extend peace to her like a river, and the wealth of nations like ...

Psalm 46:4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the most high dwells.

  The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls by Henry Wadesworth Longfellow The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curle...

A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead tha...