As a Mother Hen
Luke 13:34. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks, under her wings, and you were not willing.
A Visit To The Cross
This poem came to me following a time of darkness in my life, where I had trapped myself in victim mentality. When I grew tired of it all, and was willing to listen, the Lord spoke these words to my heart.