Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be […]
The Hiding Place
The Hiding Place. That’s what I used to call my time alone with my thoughts, the place where I’d go and talk with God. It was a place I’d go […]