singer

Watch the singer in the sinking sand,
Singing a ballad about dry land,
Loves nothing more than the feel of clay,
But sand swallows up the light of day;
Darkest of nights lies that way.

"Dry land, dry land" - the singer's refrain,
Pining for what he will not attain,
"Oh clay, dear clay" - the singer's lament,
Soon swallowed in shadow and silent;
In darkness that poor soul was rent.

--Iain

warfare

The thing that gets me the most passionate about Christ without fail is the realisation through experience and hearsay that Satan thinks we're so dangerous that he tries his best to afflict us and bring us down.

The Terraces supervisor has noticed that rates of depression increase a lot at the Terraces just before someone becomes a Christian...

To the world we are weak, but in Christ's hands we are powerful soldiers just because we trust and follow Him. This is a war, and we are fighting for Christ and winning!