End Time Army

By Mac Bridger The small market town I live in among the Devon, England countryside, is surrounded by hills. Today the hills stand out clear and bright and I know the sun which is currently shining on the September hues, will still be shinning at the end of the day. Another day I look out … Continue reading End Time Army

Build: A Poem

By Harold Vance It seems we often miss the beauty of the stone we’re meant to build our lives upon. We build and build and build things with the sole purpose being only to build more. Yet progress is only progress insofar as it continues progressing. In the eyes of the world     progress may … Continue reading Build: A Poem