Come down here and look me in the eye Tell me to my face that you did this So I can shove you in the chest So I can glare at you with longing So I can give this black, inexplicable pain a silent voice So you can grasp the back of my head with your nail-scarred hand And burn… Read More
From the time I was a young girl and my parents brought me to my first charismatic church service, I have known that I was in love with Jesus. I listened to a congregation of men, women and young people raise their collective voices, singing the old chorus, “I Exalt Thee,” and I couldn’t choke back the tears. I had… Read More