Transcendence Digital Stories

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...

There once was a child guided by the Holy Spirit who fell asleep without brushing his teeth. The child’s guardian angel began directing...

Try as I might, my belief is sheer Repeating prayers with a single tear Unable to grasp that deception isn’t here, Taking a breath, I...