Peering through the past, a vision, crystal clear,
How the tempest riding, His hand did surely steer.
Tender mercies shine, those nights that teemed with tears,
Dawn, its hour rising, new hope born free of fear.
~ D.F.



Cool the evening breeze, ghost of yesteryear,
Memories returning, retell its hopes and tears.
Whence the path now leading, what echoes will we hear,
His hand grasping firmly, a kiss, He stills our fears.
~ D.F.

“With Him at my right hand, I shall never be shaken.”
~ Psalm 16:8



As sure as the morning dew settles on each leaf,

No day begins without a promise of blessings to those who hold out their hand to the LORD, desiring only to walk in His ways.


“Blessed are all who fear the Lord, who walk in his ways.

You will eat the fruit of your labor; blessings and prosperity will be yours.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your sons will be like olive shoots around your table.

Thus is the man blessed who fears the Lord.”

~ Psalm 128:1-4