Salvation – Inspired to Inspire

Every Drop of Red

Trickling down from outstretched hands, Slowly staining Calvary’s sands, Every drop of red Drip Drip Dripped As the Saviour bled. Love so rich, one drop of grace Covered sins of every race. Full, enough, and more. Drip Drip Dripped. Who knew love before?

Time to Fly

(Dedicated to the third hatched butterfly, who sat on my finger for half an hour before taking flight so I would consider my own insecurities.)

He Knew, But Still

The moon escapes behind a forest of clouds, not daring to intrude on the scene in the garden where the Son kneels in deepening shades. Life oozing from sweat pores runs down His face. Doubled over in agony, He sees it all. The stoniness and cold, distortions and darkness. Darkness darker than the absence ofContinue reading “He Knew, But Still”