Transcendence Digital Stories

Our maple tree stands in the middle of our yard Bent with the weight of its branches outstretched Naked in the grey landscape I pierce...

The earth thundered with the glory of the King. The palm branches cried for joy as they were strewn at His feet. The sun could not bear...

The Lord is Near, and as the deer I long to hear Your might voice Call Through dark of waves and wind The roaring din, this twisting sin...