Black heart, Cold flesh, Surely there must be a stench For he has been dead for some time. Master comes. “Did I not tell you that if you belived you would see the glory of God, Lazarus come forth”!   © 1997 wmp. Oak Street Santa Rosa

. To know my rest is a blessed thing, Known only by the humblest of kings. For in my rest you are laid low, Your life upon my alter you sow.   So place yourself within my care, Your worries all; your fears laid bare, I then will see your heart as true, And all … More To know my rest