PRAYERS

It was in the air

It was in the air It overpowered the taste of the food It intoxicated more than the wine It crept into corners It flowed through doorways It was on his feet and in her hair The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.  

I press on

I press on Forgetting what is behind Straining forward I press on toward the goal I press on toward the prize I press on toward the call of God in Jesus