The Cream
When I was a little girl, my mum baked me a tiny cake every weekend – a plain vanilla or chocolate sponge. My mum is old school and still believes
When I was a little girl, my mum baked me a tiny cake every weekend – a plain vanilla or chocolate sponge. My mum is old school and still believes
Shall they live, oh son of calling, These dry bones of dead and fallen? Shall they see another day? Shall they breathe and hope and pray? Shall faith triumph over
The recent images of the Syrian conflict are absolutely horrifying, to say the least. Friday is the end of yet another week. I picked my kids up from school. We
Dedicated to the victims of war-torn countries; especially the victims of the recent chemical attack in Syria. As I slept… As I slept, the stars shined bright, I dreamed my
The Potter’s Wheel… The Potter sat at break of day, And gazed upon His chosen clay, Then they began – the clay and He, The dance of life, on spinning
We Dream… Long before time, there was a dream, He dreamed up skies and birds and seas, He called them forth and forth they came, To sing the glories of
Long before time, there was a dream, He dreamed up skies and birds and seas, He called them forth and forth they