THE POET'S QUARRY

 

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer He causes me to stand on the heights He trains my hands for battle My arms can bend a bow of bronze...

 

ALL Glory to Thee LORD! Praise the LORD from the heavens; praise Him in the heights!     Praise Him, all His angels; praise Him, all His hos...

 

i  who am DUST & ASHES have taken it upon myself to speak to the LORD... "suppose just two should be found there...?" Genesis ...

  10/3/2018