A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
“Nothing More” from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” by Ruth Bell Graham
“Nothing More” from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” by Ruth Bell Graham
From “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet”
Honoring those who have served this Memorial Day
Listen, Lord, a mother’s praying low and quiet: listen, please. Listen what her tears are saying, see her heart upon its knees; lift the load from her bowed shoulders till she sees and understands, You, Who hold the worlds together, hold her problems in Your hands. from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” …