We found ourselves east of Eden, Estranged and alienated, Hostile and unholy. We, broken sinners, yearned for a Savior, Homesick exiles...

Stumbling towards Bethlehem to gaze upon the humble King, While the city lights entreat me to linger, to stay, to spend. Stumbling...

In fragile faith, With the tenacious audacity of hope, All is not as it seems. A veil, like winter's fog, separates the divine from...

Sometimes, Not all the time, I doubt. The gift of faith is absent, And for a moment, I feel alone. Sometimes, Not all the time, I doubt....