He gives God all of the glory for the words which come forth in his poetry and writes only as the Lord leads. It is his prayer that every thing he writes will bring glory to Christ.
Nights are long and full of wiles.
Ease my grief and still my days. The Lord extends a sturdy hand Strength that bears a body so slight Bathes his soul in heavenly light Before the Throne he now stands Girded by His nail-scarred hands. The lies that keep the truth away have no place in our life today. Each day a struggle, no sun above, darkness covers a shining love. Then He came to take His bride the perfect Lamb, the One who died.