Transcendence Digital Stories

For thou see my soul, A dry, coarse wilderness, Without Wisdom’s daughter, Yearning for her lullaby. Ah, the smile of thy face Consoles...

For as thou can see, my spirit cries Yet thou drop rose by rose, And here I am, Unworthy but loved by thine heart! Envelop me with thine...

“What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him” (1 Cor. 2:9) *********...