[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] … a treasure rare, true concern by those who care, thoughtful, willing, generous, wise; powered by grace that God supplies …
[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] Through the winter’s cold and snows, trees are leafless, nothing grows, – God has promised...
continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’s series in Welsh: Crisp, dewy morning, glittering webs festoon and decorate the hedgerows...