Poems like these at the very least deserve more eyes on them, and we are more than happy to make that happen.

I forget—did God make death?

you discovered heaven spread to the edges of a max lucado picture book

In one way or another, these collections bear the traces of the divine, of the needful Christ.

Lonely, cold, but stubborn, it had somehow managed to rise up from the half-frozen, slowly thawing soil.

Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection made us into one with our great maker.