People crave for status, for high positions in the world Both in secular and Christian

He is God. He is my God He is my father; my comforter; My deliverer;

Behold “these beautiful” wells amidst the bush A spectacle to the tourists yet totally hidden

Every heart longs for a lover Someone to relate to more intimately, Someone to share

Prayed enough? Praise Me How easy it has been for you to cry out your

So many things on my mind, No one understands It looks rosy – the busy