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Year of JubileeA Poem by Adam M. SnowMy child, My child; lend Me your ear, heed My word, put aside your fear, your pride, your sword, your envious jeer - hear My voice and revere. |
BRAINSTORMING IDEASA Book by Amelia MayThis is just a little thing I am putting together to brainstorm writing ideas. |
Holy SlaughterhouseA Poem by Jay PalacioThe holy water's made of acid They'll force your head in it to make you placid Wash away the evil Burn your skin off while they're at it Jesus.. |
Castles Of IrelandA Poem by EmilyCherry wood door |
Day 9A Chapter by Willem GrayDay 9 Today is a Sunday. I dread Sundays. I used to dread them when I was much younger, because of the hour or so I was forced to sit with a bu.. |
Lingering PriceA Story by Travis KunzeStruggling with guilt and fear a young man comes face to face with the devil on holy ground... |
The Midnight KnockerA Poem by AnnaI heard knocks on God's stained glass,half past midnight in the cathedral.Oh the air came stiffly unto my skin,where the dust slept in the bell tower... |
THE WORLD OF ROCKY HILLSA Story by Peter RogersonCan a whole life and even insanity by created by the naming of an infant? |
The Kingdom HallA Poem by Randy JohnsonI've been going to a Kingdom Hall and I've become a Jehovah's Witness.The people are very friendly to each other which means we are blessed.The Kingdo.. |
EMANUEL: God With UsA Poem by Vernon LloydThis writing is part of a series of poetry I wrote sharing the authentic meaning of Christmas. It is contemporary in its presentation and encourages .. |
ONCE UPON A MANGER PART IV: OUT OF A DRY PLACEA Poem by Vernon LloydPart IV in a series on the authentic meaning of Christmas. It is inspired by the passage of scripture that speaks of Jesus as growing up as a tender .. |
Unholy sacrificeA Poem by Royal MartinezA bloom cut before its prime. The type of crime which no doubt has been committed on hundreds if not millions of occasions in some form or the other, .. |
SANTA GOES TO CHURCHA Story by Peter RogersonEven the frozen North must sometimes have even colder spells.... |
HAVE CRIED 1963A Poem by Terry CollettAN IRISH GIRL IN CHURCH STUDIES THE CRUCIFIED AND WONDERS WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE DONE HAD SHE BEEN AT THE CRUCIFIXION |
Building BlocksA Poem by SaiCan we build it back? |
The ChurchA Story by Daylon CatesTwo friends partake in a journey into an abandoned church to see if they can uncover any truth to the tales they were told when they were younger. |
say, about churchA Story by kenwillprightful establishment |
Dear ChurchA Poem by TortoiseLeea poem in response to 'christian' protesters of the lgbtq+ movement. |