Who is this Man of Sorrows? by Leila Morris
Who is this that cometh from Edom,
Crimson red His garments dyed?
In His hands are cruel nail prints,
And… Continue reading
The Fight is On! by Leila Morris
The fight is on, the trumpet sound is ringing out,
The cry “To arms!” is heard afar and near;
The… Continue reading
In His Keeping by Leila Morris
When the early morning breaking,
Slumber from my eyelids shaking,
Comes the blessèd tho’t with waking,
I am in His… Continue reading