Poetry- Give Me Mud

So please take the mud, wipe these eyes for me. As you did long ago, enabling the blind man to see.

Poetry- Son of Man

When dark clouds gather From life’s storms blowing in And the forces advance Unseen like the wind. And the great sadness Seeks shelter Inside my soul, I will press in to You, Cry to you, Fall on you, And never let you go. You are living water, My daily bread, The definition of together. Reliable, …