But Come Morning…by Carl Gooch

By the Mighty Mumford

But Come Morning
Lord your children are weary and tired
They long for Heaven’s golden shore
Where our sorrows will be far behind
And our pain and tears will be no more.
Morning will find me down by the creek
I’ll be resting under a mighty oak tree.
You watched over me through my night,
But come morning, your glory I’ll see.
This world mocks and calls us fools
Hear our plea Lord, how long.. How long
Yet Lord, we will fix our gaze on heaven
Your promise gives us strength to go on.
Morning will find me down by the creek
I’ll be resting under a mighty oak tree.
You watched over me through my night,
But come morning, your glory I’ll see.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 20 June 2017

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Where the Heart Moors ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Faith that encourages,
faith that inspires
is a faith in God
that for Him is on fire.

Faith that is calm,
faith that is still
is a faith in God
that seeks His will.

Faith that is small,
faith that is great
is a faith in God
that never abates.

Faith that is strong,
faith that is meek
is a faith in God
that never grows weak.

Faith that rises,
faith that soars
is a faith in God
where the heart moors!

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Ephesians 3:17

“That Christ may dwell
in your hearts by faith;”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2017
Deborah Ann Belka

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Lock 1, C&O Canal, Washington D.C.

Lock 1 C&O Canal GeorgetownThis  is  the  ruins  of  Lock  One  of  the  Chesapeake  and  Ohio  Canal  in  Washington  D.C.  This  was  the  first  of  many  canal  lock  what  would  have  been  a  waterway  between  the  Chesapeake  Bay  and  the  Ohio  River  in  Pittsburgh,  Pennsylvania.  Sadly,  the  canal  only  got  as  far  as  Cumberland,  Maryland  before  it  was  completely  abandoned.

Another Side

L.T. Garvin

1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The house looked majestic sitting there bordered by lovely rows of azaleas across the front, their pink, frilly blooms jutting out over the slender, almost lime green leaves. Sure, it needed some work, but houses like this one certainly don’t come along every day.

“It is perfect!” I exclaimed.

My husband, Alexander, turned to me with a questioning gaze.

“It’s rather….large. Look at all this yard to maintain. Lots of painting here, too,” he said.

Of course, the bottom line is that he would probably agree to anything if it meant not spending another weekend house hunting. Alex loved his free time, and he was anxious to get back to it.

We met the real estate agent at the office. “We’ll take it,” I told her…

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