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She was one who chose the best, her Lord, and blessed the children with Him. For me she was my gray Rose from God, teaching me that to grow with thorns is still to grow in grace, knowing thorns are temporary, to be borne while letting God spread the sweet scent of His salvation to a scentless world; a world she was moved by, a world she moved in return. Read more
Sword mistress who taught me to hold my blade Always ready for defense or offense. Sword mistress with weakening arm and weakening eyes. Sword mistress of the faultering foot. The unsteady voice. Sword mistress finally sheathed. Detached from the belt. The hiss of my saber drawn from its sheath ​Is the memory of your whispered encouragements. Read more
Flames of beauty-fire erupt from her lipsLike pure PentecostHer sister-speech sears and refinesUntil all who listenDazzle like divine gold Read more
Another white bread and red wine weddingwalks the well-worn path down the whitepetal-softened red carpet aisle. Read more
FROM THE CONCEPTION OF MANKIND IN THE     GARDEN OF EDEN UNTIL THIS PRESENT HOUR,   I WAS IN HIS PLAN. Read more
Here, my brother, come take my hand As we travel together through a pilgrim’s land To discover our talents, our faith, our fears And realize our calling through laughter and tears. Read more
CBE asked its founders and leaders, along with leading scholars from CBE’s early years to share some of their memories and their hopes for the future. Here are a few of their responses… Read more
  Hand in hand, I know thee. Heart to heart, I love thee. Side by side, walk near thee. Face to face, work with thee. One hope, in Him we’re set free.   Read more
Fair lady with the alabaster flask,How I wish I were thereTo smell that fragrance in the airAll through the house.And what a cost! A year’s wages!I would not forget that wonderful smell.And who could forget what you did?Many saw you.Many knew you.Many smelled your precious perfume.Fair lady, I wish I had been there. Read more
There seems to be a game – that you must play, if you would rise. There seems to be a game – and with it lots of compromise You live to impress others, and you're as slick as you can be. But, where – oh, where – are perfect hearts, and deep sincerity?  Read more

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