A Winter Prayer

“O That Thou Wouldst Rend the Heavens and Come Down!”

Come through the gloom of clouded skies,

The slow dim rain and fog athwart,

Through East winds keen and wrong and lies,

Come and make strong my hopeless heart.

Come through the sickness and the pain,

The sore unrest that tosses still,

The aching dark that hides the gain –

Come and arouse my fainting will.

Come through the prate of foolish words,

The Science with no Lord behind,

Through all the pangs of untuned chords

Speak wisdom to my shaken mind.

Through all the fears –that spirits bow-

Of what hath been or may befall,

Come down and talk with me, for thou

Canst tell me about them all.

Come, Lord of Life -here is thy seat,

Heart of all joy below, above –

One minute let me kiss thy feet

And name the names of those I love.

For, when thou comest, well I know

Thou wast not all the time away;

And strong I rise, when thou dost go,

To meet the dark another day.

~George MacDonald

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Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?

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